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PERFORMING ARTISTS
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
Chrishan
Chrishan
Vocals
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Programming
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Songwriter
Christopher Dotson
Christopher Dotson
Songwriter
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Producer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Tez Lamont
Tez Lamont
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hitmaka)
(Diego)
(Sound)
Yeah
Yeah, we got beans
[Chorus]
Started with some Wock', Wock', Wock', yeah, Wock', Wock'
Break her off fifty racks, I know she ain't never seen that
Ooh, I'm the man down in Broward, believe that
Ooh, or see that
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Chane'-ne', double C that
Come and vaca' with aphrodisiac
Woah, press my line, I could be that
Ayy, hey, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1]
Pourin' up that Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
Put your hands on your knees, go drop it like it's hot
I don't care if you not, baby, shake it like a thot
If you got a lil' booty or your ass got a lot
Shake that shit like a ho-ass bitch
Like you don't got a man and a whole-ass kid
Like you don't got work next day
Bust it if you independent and you gettin' paid
You fuck like a slut, but you a gutter-ass bitch
You like hood **** with that gutter-ass dick
You stay on your grind, you deserve to be rich
You don't need no ****, you could never need a bitch, ayy
[Chorus]
Started with some Wock', Wock', Wock', yeah, Wock', Wock'
Break her off fifty racks, I know she ain't never seen that
Ooh, I'm the man down in Broward, believe that
Ooh, or see that
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Chane'-ne', double C that
Come and vaca' with aphrodisiac
Woah, woah, press my line, I could be that
Ayy, hey, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2]
Bust down earlobe, bust down wrist
You got brand new booty and some brand new tits
Got brand new house, brand new whip
Got the same old friends, on some brand new shit
Fifty racks in your pocket, somethin' you ain't never seen
Real ****, baby, only do real **** things
YSL and Dior why I'm smellin' so clean
When I hit it from the side, you know I'ma make you cream
Yeah, I'ma stroke real slow when I hit it off the lean
Ain't finna cum if I hit it off a bean
I sold drugs, I ain't never sold dreams
I could never handcuff, I'ma set the ho free (****)
[Chorus]
Started with some Wock', Wock', Wock', yeah, Wock', Wock'
Break her off fifty racks, I know she ain't never seen that
Ooh, I'm the man down in Broward, believe that
Ooh, or see that
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Chane'-ne', double C that
Come and vaca' with aphrodisiac
Woah, woah, press my line, I could be that
Ayy, hey, oh, oh, oh, oh
Written by: Alejandro Carranza, Christian Ward, Christopher Dotson, Diego Avendano
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