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jay critch - okay fine lyrics

[intro: jay critch]
hey, hey

[chorus: jay critch & pnb rock]
shawty think she mine, i don’t know (i don’t know)
tryna get high, okay fine, we gon’ smoke (okay fine)
i been really on my grind for the dough
tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow
hey, shawty think she mine, i don’t know
i don’t cuff hoes, i already know she f-cked my bro, ayy
young n-gga gettin’ to the dough, got it for the low
what you need? just hit my trap phone, ayy
young n-gga pull up in the ghost
i got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)
she say that i flex, i do the most
pull up in a ‘rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
aww sh-t, 12 comin’, get low, yeah
i can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
flowin’ through the city with my bros, yeah
ridin’ with them poles, ’bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah

[verse: jay critch & pnb rock]
hey, big knots, blue cheese in a balmain
n-gga we ain’t playin’ with that money, got it on me
i just got some money, ran off with your shawty
used to ride the bus, now i pull up in a ‘rari, hey
now i pull up in a ‘rari
drove past my ex, yeah, that b-tch was lookin’ salty
know i had to flex, yeah, i ain’t never sorry
thought i would be broke for forever, b-tch, i’m ballin’
now i got a mansion, now my diamonds dancin’
i’m pushin’ the wraith, ‘member dreamin’ ’bout a phantom
peep the haters’ faces, i know that they can’t stand it
run up, try to take it, you know i got that hammer
ayy, hit it then replace it, lean up in the fanta
shawty, you too basic, i can’t be your man, no
diamonds they are racist, flashin’ like a camera
do the dash, speed racing, pull up in a lambo’, hey

[chorus: jay critch & pnb rock]
shawty think she mine, i don’t know (i don’t know)
tryna get high, okay fine, we gon’ smoke (okay fine)
i been really on my grind for the dope
tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow
hey, shawty think she mine, i don’t know
i don’t cuff hoes, i already know she f-cked my bro, ayy
young n-gga gettin’ to the dough, got it for the low
what you need? just hit my trap phone, ayy
young n-gga pull up in the ghost
i got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)
she say that i flex, i do the most
pull up in a ‘rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
aww sh-t, 12 comin’, get low, yeah
i can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
flowin’ through the city with my bros, yeah
ridin’ with them poles, ’bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah

- jay critch lyrics

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