OK! (feat. King Moses)
Trey Billie
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Ain't been here for all that rappin shit you niggaz doin, I see it You only want my attention... acting like these Bitches, OK! Since we all rappin then lemme talk facts when I spit Ain't no way you can make no mistake Been takin these trips, been havin this drip, and wit Bitches You know that I havin my way Since diapers a fighter I'm lit when I light up I'm ripped up And now I be flexin on em Like tryin on shoes how I'm steppin on em Ain't gone pop up wit no weapon on em She came in wit you, she left here wit me Why you lookin at me that's the way that it go! We at the game, we orderin drinks she love it We ain't on the floor but we close! I was on top of her while you was callin, I looked in her eye she turnt over the phone You know my timing is money I ran from the laws and then Went and stood back on the corner Bitch I been havin this motion, I was like 12 fuckin old niggaz hoes, fasho I'm on some other shit, I just might cap on you hoes I don't know it depend on my clothes You on some other shit still on some gutter shit no wonder why you look like its so foe My lil youngin is wildin, he cut off his monitor, got him some money and fucked on a hoe I'm actually active today, and still ain't said that one day Imma sit on the throne I'm wit lil gang in dis bitch, we foe life if I die know my nigga dem gone carry on! Swear this shit gettin way, way too real for niggaz... huh F*ck that buddy, buddy shit ... f*ck that fake homie shit, OK! Back back better have my space, tell Baker better throw my cake All that shit wouldn't fly in my city... try poppin that shit in LA Can't f*ck around wit it nigga, I found it my nigga you want it could have it today I make a call wit a nigga won't fall wit you niggaz I pick up and spin round ya way There when I land wit dat bitch who I am wit dat bitch Them niggaz they already know! drippin from head to the toe... Niggaz they already glow, yo Why I feel like Snoop in nine duece, where the f*ck my hockey jersey at? Tell em when ya heart went cold... whole team match in all black Man I guess my family too real.... I don't run tellin what I do Paid for shit I said I didn't do..... Sell it back and tell em that its you Can't take it back, no massuese... no such thing as over-shoot Nigga come ball and recruit.... act like a nigga never knew I don't do no poppin online... cuz niggaz 12 poppin on live Survive the coldest winter all time.... Grab that bitch and tell em that its mine, Nigga
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Written by: Dominique Moses, Hugh Butler III, Roberto Van Goens
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