Ok, Ok
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Ok ok Ok ok can’t f*ck with it no way no way plus that Jose Cuervo got a white boy feelin really ok F*ck what a hoe say I sit back relax Now watch how a pro play Get murked like OJ Found in the dirt And it hurt when your bones break Look out I’m in a zone HEY Don’t f*ck with a hater cuz a hater just gonna hate They really gonna hate it when they see that I made it and how much bread I’m gone make And a lot of people so fake I can see it in their face I can tell by their handshake But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make Talk shit get picked up quick get stitched up quick Goin home with a band aid Get whipped like mayonnaise And they hate cuz they fake like a lake that’s man made Look out I’m on a rampage So now you know that it goes how Scramn say Everyday I’m hustling cuz that be gettin Scramn paid BIITCCHH CHORUS: Queen B said why don’t you just go in on em one time I was like alright baby girl f*ck it why not You ain’t dealin w a full deck Batter up on deck make a hit next I’m the type do drugs when I get stressed Pop pills drink beers let em digest... And it’s time for another round, get a grip I’m a bad mother fucker now There’s gonna be a lot of mad mother fuckers now Bad hoes backstage and they duckin down You can see it if you look around Top notch top spot now I’m lookin down Dirty south quarter pond when I ride around I ain’t talkin bout rhymin when I line em out You catchin my drift I got a big bag of somethin come and get you a whiff all it takes one hit you’ll be over the fence you can tell it ain’t no regular shit I don’t care Whoever it is Gonna come get it Shit that you done this minute I done did it Real street smart and my hearts all in it Catch me in a bucket with the windows all tinted Shits authentic nothin but real dog Never on the bench always out in the field dog I don’t really give a f*ck about how u feel dog all I wanna do is drink beers and chill dog Ok now you know that it’s like that gettin to the moneys where I’m settin my sights at I’ll be right back I’m gettin my mind right Flow so cold like you bit in a Klondike I need some money f*ck the limelight Shit comin off like the clothes on prom night Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like Chorus Ok ok ◦ Ok, Ok Writers; Derek Scramn Goolsby Ok ok Ok ok can’t f*ck with it no way no way plus that Jose Cuervo got a white boy feelin really ok F*ck what a hoe say I sit back relax Now watch how a pro play Get murked like OJ Found in the dirt And it hurt when your bones break Look out I’m in a zone HEY Don’t f*ck with a hater cuz a hater just gonna hate They really gonna hate it when they see that I made it and how much bread I’m gone make And a lot of people so fake I can see it in their face I can tell by their handshake But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make Talk shit get picked up quick get stitched up quick Goin home with a band aid Get whipped like mayonnaise And they hate cuz they fake like a lake that’s man made Look out I’m on a rampage So now you know that it goes how Scramn say Everyday I’m hustling cuz that be gettin Scramn paid BIITCCHH CHORUS: Queen B said why don’t you just go in on em one time I was like alright baby girl f*ck it why not You ain’t dealin w a full deck Batter up on deck make a hit next I’m the type do drugs when I get stressed Pop pills drink beers let em digest... And it’s time for another round, get a grip I’m a bad mother fucker now There’s gonna be a lot of mad mother fuckers now Bad hoes backstage and they duckin down You can see it if you look around Top notch top spot now I’m lookin down Dirty south quarter pond when I ride around I ain’t talkin bout rhymin when I line em out You catchin my drift I got a big bag of somethin come and get you a whiff all it takes one hit you’ll be over the fence you can tell it ain’t no regular shit I don’t care Whoever it is Gonna come get it Shit that you done this minute I done did it Real street smart and my hearts all in it Catch me in a bucket with the windows all tinted Shits authentic nothin but real dog Never on the bench always out in the field dog I don’t really give a f*ck about how u feel dog all I wanna do is drink beers and chill dog Ok now you know that it’s like that gettin to the moneys where I’m settin my sights at I’ll be right back I’m gettin my mind right Flow so cold like you bit in a Klondike I need some money f*ck the limelight Shit comin off like the clothes on prom night Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like Chorus Ok ok
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Written by: Derek Scramn Goolsby
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