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Booka600 - Ok Ok Ok featuring Lil Durk & King Von (Official Video)
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[Verse 1]
808 my crew
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Put this shit on and I fuck it up, aye
I put you on, you can't fuck it up, aye
I'm on the run if I catch me a case
That bitch broke, I spit in her face
One pair of jeans cost me 2K
Go the solo lane 'cause I don't go on no dates
Bring me the pills and I land in the A
All of my diamonds gon' jump out the face
Back to the street shit, street shit, aye
Headshot, sneak diss, sneak diss, aye
That four-five got a kick, okay?
Want Chanel? Suck dick, okay?
You in Chiraq but you be in the way
I catch **** tryna ride my wave
Know a **** left, but he wished he stayed
30K for a show, I hit that stage
[Verse 3]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Bitch, I don't pay for no lashes, aye
Bitch, gotta wait on her taxes, aye
X pills, we don't like acid, aye
That's okay
[Verse 4]
Bitch wanna lay up, she get slayed
Amiri jeans hang off my waist
Walk in on a bitch, lil' bitch, she bae
Snort a lil' coke, lil' bitch, she brave
Glock with a switch, it touch your fade
Last bitch gave me head was laced
So she can't tell me she late
Twenty on a chain, that shit look brazy
[Verse 5]
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Aye
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay
[Verse 6]
Give her Plan B, I planned it, uh
Pull up right now, no panics, uh
Ops say, "King Von, can't stand him," what?
Body count so ugly, still handsome, uh
Don't bop my chain, we dancin', uh
Won't talk, my **** be blastin', uh
Walked in, spent twenty in fashion, what?
How the fuck I make it in rappin'? Uh
Don't know you, boy, you cappin', uh
The opps outside, they lackin', what?
Steve, where you at? I need traffic, huh
50K stuffed in my mattress, uh
Ever see a **** do a backflip? Uh
Don't want to, duck when this MAC spit, uh
Semis and glizzys (Huh?)
19 with the fifties (What? Huh?)
Hellcat with the hemis (Huh? Huh?)
Ain't go to sleep, we at Denny's, uh
I got a problem, don't tempt me (What?)
Won't stop till the Glock is empty, aye
[Verse 7]
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Aye
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay
[Verse 8]
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Aye
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay
Written by: Darontez Mayo, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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