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ato woody - coke (freestyle) lyrics

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lyrics + coke (freestyle)

[verse 1: ato woody]

you know nothing bout all this fam
opps can’t send and chat to a man
that bad b really wanna shake that bum
if he talks too much we dip that scum

bro don’t talk too much he crash
bird was leng so she just got smased
opps seen us they turned and dashed
arson gang we burn to ash

but hold up first lemme f+ck this beat up
us man drill and we score no fifa
gyal took woody but she ain’t no beaver
room gets hot when mans in, fever

i stay loyal to the game cuh i ain’t no cheater
grind that cali then put it in rizzla
fill them js bruh straight to the brim up
coke ain’t diet but i ain’t no digga

buster that cannon like ak no aj
only got one g by my side that’s jj
come to your door that’s a payday
put them hands in thе air no nae nae
city gyal make еm wish like ray j
taking your babymom no fairplay
giving you flows like the keys no bebey
i can make a shorty cum, no leyley

too much ps i need a trolley
told her i’m busy but she still tryna call me
where them tings i brought some molly
got some dank in my bag that’s og

got some dank in my bag that’s oj
all these cookies got me feeling no way
she thought she smartest but
i gave her a chat and now she obey

[verse 2: ato woody]

stop chatting that wass, my bars are too hard
we filling the gaps, but they wanna chat
you better get lost, you better ghost
you better accept the fact that yout lost

you better f+ck away from my road
you don’t want me to call up my bros
mandem got bare blades waps and swords
you know how i play with all them words
oh god, oh my lord
gyaldem chirping like them birds
yes i’m a sinner but i pray to the lord
man’s gonna break them all records

spin that whip skrtskrt reverse
can’t take her to crib we f+ck at hers
your crew bad but bruh we worse
no gucci gang, real bars in a verse

sixteen bars that i wrote too cold
run your mouth we shave you bold
anyone get stretched anyman get fold
your bars are silver, my bars gold

my blow up that i foretold
don’t hang up just stay on hold
any green get smoked, any pack get sold
too many man that we got rolled

- ato woody lyrics

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