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- Lil Yachty Wock In Stock 歌詞
- Lil Yachty
- Lousy
Hey
Ayy Mitch
Bought some Wock not to drink just to keep in stock
Slatt
Got a stick way too big I could kill a fox
Grrt
Hundred thousand dollars cash spent it in a stock
That cash
Sixty eights on my a*s two millies in my Glock
You see
I cant cop no Aston Martin
Broke
That s**t for the broke
No no
I got me a new Lamborghini
Skrrt
It came with remotes
Yes
My b***h came from overseas we f **k and she get choked
She fine
Outside with the goons and robbers all white like the pope
Ooh yeah
For the forty-fifth time Im good everywhere
On God
Big boy Ferrari drop the top its red like February
Skrrt
Ten-carat earrings a hundred grand no kizzy
Ya dig
This b***h geekin off a school bus she Miss Frizzie
Beep
Her best friend took too much boot she too dizzy
Too dizz
Im about to put em both in a figure-four
Check a n***a out
Yeah
Im that n***a that get s**t done
Yeah
Tweetin on my phone in the bath like Rev Run
Yeah on God
Concrete boy its that new test ride on Big Pun
My bank
Got like five different APs who want one
Yeah AP
Its a fact
Yes
Ima always
Yes
Get it done
I do
These n***as my sons and Im 50 Cent
No love
Ridin round
Yeah
In a Bentley
Yeah
And it got me bent
Yeah
This b***h thirsty she need more water you folks are Flint
Water
Bought some Wock not to drink just to keep in stock
Got a stick way too big I could kill a fox
Grrt
Hundred thousand dollars cash spent it in a stock
That cash
Sixty eights on my a*s two millies in my Glock
You see
I cant cop no Aston Martin
Broke
That s**t for the broke
No no
I got me a new Lamborghini
Skrrt
It came with remotes
Yes
My b***h came from overseas we f**k and she get choked
She fine
Outside with the goons and robbers all white like the pope
Ooh yeah
For the forty-fifth time Im good everywhere
On God
Big boy Ferrari drop the top its red like February
Skrrt
Im just tryna f**k her from the back with no issues
We already know you goin broke
Yes
Keep your tissues
Too much f**kin money
Ooh
Ive been making
Yes
I wont diss you
N***as plottin on me thats okay cause I tote pistols
Yeah brrt
N***as count me out s**t thats okay cause I count money
F**k bein in yo top five my mamas countin hundreds
On God Lousy
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