Testo Ok Teaze - YFG FATSO
Testo della canzone Ok Teaze (YFG FATSO), tratta dall'album Ok Teaze - Single
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's do it
You know we check on a nigga every time
You know we pop up on a nigga and surprise him
Out here cut sleepin' one day, you know how that go though, yeah
I ain't even get no sleep all through this week, look bro, I'm geekin'
This bitch straight for baby bills
Let's just be real, we gon' stay sneakin'
The first time I went to step on a
Nigga, in seconds, the guy was deleted
This bitch don't wanna work no job, but she do dicks to keep on eatin'
Nah, I don't wanna be hit or mobbed
I'd rather stay home and keep on reefer
You tell a bitch get whatever she want, she'll
Never say no with no critical thinkin', nigga
Takin' shit when you comin' off gangster, that
Shit get you strangled and reach no agreement
They need money to get out the mud, so they
Got beside they self start leafin', nigga
How the fuck I get over when I made sure everybody can eat?
Look, I be runnin' them bands up, I made a hundred thou' and that's just in me a week
I'm one of them, ain't no playin' with me, I roll
With toners, you try, I'm gon' put you to sleep
It's two hundred cent on the dash, but I'm in
The rear, rear drive with snow in the street
She said I ain't shit, it's okay, T, I don't wanna be nothin' special
She throw a lil' fit, it's okay, T, she prayin' this shit get better
I'll find time to get out the way, T
Gas, baby, ain't let off the pedal
I hate when they all in my face, T
Take a picture 'fore you start starin'
She said I ain't shit, it's okay, T, I don't wanna be nothin' special
She throw a lil' fit, it's okay, T, she prayin' this shit get better
I'll find time to get out the way, T
Gas, baby, ain't let off the pedal
I hate when they all in my face, T
Take a picture 'fore you start starin'
My bad, it got way too big, so bro done mad when I don't pop it
Soon as I show too much, the feds could come, I'm just weighin' out my options
Long strokes this dick, once she get hit, I wake up, then she moppin'
One of the loads got dropped on it, got
Pushed back, I had to cut off the roster
Ugh, can you tell me when the breaks
Hit? I got money low and I'm watchin'
I got two books, let me flip this, I put up back in the profit
Bitch, I'm in my city ridin' 'round, bitch, ain't nothin' surprised
This bitch stomp like it's surround sounds, then you see bodies drop
I'm all about an opp, I ain't got nothin' for it
Five hundred some grams inside our
Pound 'cause bro locked with our bro
Lil' D got like 20 and I got 50 and it's goin' to that store
Once she done chew on my dick for rent, point her up out my door
She said I ain't shit, it's okay, T, I don't wanna be nothin' special
She throw a lil' fit, it's okay, T, she prayin' this shit get better
I'll find time to get out the way, T
Gas, baby, ain't let off the pedal
I hate when they all in my face, T
Take a picture 'fore you start starin'
She said I ain't shit, it's okay, T, I don't wanna be nothin' special
She throw a lil' fit, it's okay, T, she prayin' this shit get better
I'll find time to get out the way, T
Gas, baby, ain't let off the pedal
I hate when they all in my face, T
Take a picture 'fore you start starin'
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Writer(s): Dillon Murray, Claudio Giustinelli, Mosley Christopher Michael
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