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kae.kapone, dp7 - wock talk lyrics
hey hey
this that wock talk
sippin on syrup, f_ck around and get lock jaw
love how yo b_tch talk
she gon swallow the kids and let you get ya rocks off
better get yo b_tch dawg
i be pourin so much that you’d think i had wock heart
getting pints thru the mail, huh
ima hit my lil brotha like come get these pints off
all my n_ggas real steppers, they don’t like drama
ima real breadwinner, running up these commas
almost cut a n_gga hand, counting all these hunnids
shawty tryna spend the night, ion use condoms
when i hit from the back, sn_tch her weave from her
can’t see thru the shadе, feel like steve wondеr
why you n_ggas always hating cause i’m doing numbers
count it up, stack it up, rack it all summer
woah, what’s the word
i be mixing the sprite with the syrup
with the gang, don’t f_ck with no nerds
down ass b_tch, she bad with them curves
got me trippin, i walk with a lean
smoke so much, can’t see thru the screen
finna wipe up yo b_tch mr. clean
in the room and i’m beating the cheeks
came with no smoke
gas make you choke
almost hit the whip when i drive on the road
shawty f_cked me up while driving the boat
i can’t vibe with that b_tch if she ain’t bringing the dope
gotta white b_tch mad, cause she hitting all the coke
get a pack thru the mail and serve at the store
can’t give out no deals and can’t serve for the low
hit the plug, bring the funds, tryna bring in a load
yeah
swear ian been broke inna minute
ran it all up i been standing on business
at 19 was serving, was running the trenches
was running from cops, i was jumping dem fences
ian doing no rumors, i don’t follow no trends
my brother got caught, gotta watch for ya friends
i was whipping the block and was serving them tens
don’t need no a pass when i walk in events
this that wock talk
sippin on syrup, f_ck around and get lock jaw
love how yo b_tch talk
she gon swallow the kids and let you get ya rocks off
better get yo b_tch dawg
i be pourin so much that you’d think i had wock heart
getting pints thru the mail, huh
ima hit my lil brotha like come get these pints off
hit my lil bro, tell em get in the mode
finna pour up that four gone need me donor
coming from the soul i just wanted sum mo so im spinnin your block i ain’t makin a donut
burning up rubber along with the blunt
nothing but smoke and i smell the aroma
crushing meds with the b_tt of the gun
f_cking they up the way imma stunt
pushing the motor it’s never gone stutter
i bought me another and brought it to brother
strapped with the cutters you might wanna cut it cause all of my n_ggas gonna trifle for money
weaving the wrapped word to adrian broner we leaving em under like it was a mummy
stuck to the floor like a motherf_cking stoner when he get to popping that edible gummy
b_tch i went rogue with the demons i know
summoned up straight from a godd_mn hole
sticking the code when i tote that pole finna hit that l!ck we gone let that blow
no fly zone when i get in my zone like i’m back in the dome
swerve popo with a stack of the blow
with a mac and a bowl i ain’t casting a role
b_tch hold it
thats my d_ck, better stroke it
live in the moment i got motion
keeping the cup up in the coaster
got me coastin
i just be loaded
pushing to this sh_t max
they just be minimal up on they ass
formidable with my force and a mask
n_ggas be pitiful
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