Lyrics:
when broski done him
Always got a pokey on him
One in the headie i aint tryna hit no leggies i wave that wap and wig him
Had man swimming and i still
smoked like Smokey
Take you back to school get coached by Smokey
Brownie the man on the walkie talkie
Ice cream man got Hokey Pokey
It's passionate we
low-mid Skittle purple coupe I'm drivin' in (big boy)
(Kyjuan, where you getting them colors, are you dying them?)
Ten is my size in them, no point in
n****z stay up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin' man
N**** just waitin' for the champagne
And 'cause that's me
(What ya gonna do
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
better pony up, stick it to the heartache
knock em dead, lover boy, for your sake
whittle down a complicated history
expendable, bendable, pokey
like I'm Kobe
Greendale for the ones on hokey pokey
Big boy, light em up watch the flame take over
Make it burn so it don't get sober
Feel the heat
low-mid Skittle purple coupe I'm drivin' in (big boy)
(Kyjuan, where you getting them colors, are you dying them?)
Ten is my size in them, no point in
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
Flawless Victory
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
I’m helping you committing suicide I’ll be
and lil' slim in here.
Shit, Craig be , all of Beats By The Pound
Mo. be nigga with this track, KL.
Nigga Bad Azz in this bitch.
Goodie Mob, all them
trap doin the hokey pokey
I got a f.n I got a .40
Fire sticks shooting clips no kodi
Hole in his head like holy moly
I'm in the trap house running it up
Bitch, we gon' fight, no Kazz, it's on sight
Nigga, no Kendrick, you not gon' be alright
Yeah, yeah
What's the song about?
Nigga, your mom
Big titty-
you doggie style
And take you to the pound
You a stranger, then no chillin', pussy
This is not a lounge
Got connections in the streets, pussy
I'll put
groupies
Kid, you know my flavor, tear this whole jam apart
Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks
While you playing hokey pokey, there's no
And cross all my T's
And by the way my GPS
You out here way to lost in these streets
I needed 2 of everything
Like I was spellin' out Tennessee
I wrote this
She know she ain't safe
I need a BBW
Big bawty women only
Ring around the rosey
Put it in take it out
Yah Hokey pokey
Don't say you love me
When you
play with the pokey
Coco get low, an I love when she odee
You wanna be my lil wifey then show me
Ain't doin features unless you my Brodie
Big 93, I won't
feel alive
Fly like a Lear I’ll catch you on the other side
Blowing loud it’s like a smokescreen
No slowing me down I’m coasting
Better think about it
homeboy been a jack boy He was mashed up before COVID, nigga
Rest in peace to Big Pokey, nigga Shootin' jumpers with COVID, nigga
Southside still ride chops
(Hah)
忘れちゃって覚えない
話話大事じゃない (Don't do that)
人前ならめんどくさい (Hahn)
人前ならめんどくさい (Let's go)
邪魔しないでどけおっけい
Gimme the ￥ and Imma hokey pokey (Sheesh)
Big face got
a good game he got some good brain
But most importantly he got some big change
I'm talking 20s 50s 100s no doubt
Hokey pokey man this what I'm about
Left
Your man's got shot
And Smelly Went Out By The Pokey
Like Nigga I Do This Shit Doley
Pop Another Yerky
Pouring up the Wock
Everything shot
Spinning
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