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callaway redd - ok ok lyrics

(hollon, alright i’m ready)
(callaway, callaway, callaway)

(yeah)
riding around in a big body tonka
if he keep talking down then the choppa go on him
we gon’ slide in all+black, coming up like a monster
you not one of us but i keep the imposter
they keep taking noodles, then i’m taking your pasta
i’m smoking this pack, got me high like a rasta
your not one of us, i’m keeping it tucked, ok, ok
i gotta clip and it pull on my pocket
me and lil sono, we finna go shopping
and it’s me in that jet, oh, we riding round big body tonka
and we still going up like a rocket
we not the same like a synonym
my choppa too h+rny, i nut in his ends
i’m sipping on wock and i’m smoking that rasta
i’m gone too soon but i’m way too ignorant (ay, ay, ay)

money coming in, ten mil’ on the dot
i cum in your b+tch, i don’t cum in no socks
lil shawty be begging everyday for c+ck
i make that b+tch pregnant then i’ma go rock, rock (rock, rock, rock, rock, rock)
money coming in, a lot, a lot
i got these bands all the way to top (um, um)
i gotta choppa on me and you know that i keep that sh+t under the back seat
if you speak on my name then i’m gon’ pull up wit no shame and i’m gon’ k!ll you tres vite
muhf+cka talk about all that sh+t on the internet but when i pull up you run like the goonies
muhf+cka say he making real much but in reality he be only making loonies (um, um)
money coming in piling, i might just buy a building
wondering where your family at, muhf+cka, i just k!lled them
weird muhf+cka, he be dressing like a pilgrim
wondering where old callaway at, b+tch, i’m still him (yeah)

riding around in a big body tonka
if he keep talking down then the choppa go on him
we gon’ slide in all+black, coming up like a monster
you not one of us but i keep the imposter
they keep taking noodles, then i’m taking your pasta
i’m smoking this pack, got me high like a rasta
your not one of us, i’m keeping it tucked, ok, ok
i gotta clip and it pull on my pocket
me and lil sono, we finna go shopping
and it’s me in that jet, oh, we riding round big body tonka
and we still going up like a rocket
we not the same like a synonym
my choppa too h+rny, i nut in his ends
i’m sipping on wock and i’m smoking that rasta
i’m gone too soon but i’m way too ignorant

- callaway redd lyrics

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