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joncdaviesrap - ok lyrics

[hook ]
i said, ok ok ok b-tch
man, i said ok, yo, it’s ok ok ok b-tch
man, i said ok, man, it’s ok ok ok b-tch
i need to breath, i said
i said, ok ok ok b-tch
man, i said ok, i said, ok ok ok b-tch
man, i said ok, i said, ok ok ok b-tch
i said ok ok ok

[verse 1]
make it rain like irma jose
getting brain like its my birthday
eat my b-tch like its chipotle
i ain’t rich, but i know one day
imma getta benz all my friends get a hyundai
imma get a chick bring her friends from the runway
imma get a crib and a pit
bull and a big
pool and a sick view
imma get jewels get jet fuel
imma throw a punches, not pull
imma smoke blunts and just cool it
imma hooligan, smoother like a smoothie
huge like a movie, i’m busting your block
i do it, with no effort to it
i know that you know that i do it a lot, b-tch

[hook]
i said, ok ok ok b-tch
man, i said ok (ko), i said, ok ok ok b-tch
man, i said ok (ko), i said, ok ok ok b-tch
man, i said ok (ko), i said, ok ok ok b-tch
i said ok, i said

[verse 2]
ko ko ko
knock em out like i’m mcgreg- oh wait
i mean mayweather, i do better
got a million put it on the plate
got the studio in a wide estate
got a smoking girl, you just tryna vape
got half a mind to take you life away
but my life f-cking fine, so i might refrain
cuz i just want it all, and a faster car
i just wanna ball when i’m at the bar
i don’t really care how mad they are
no one out here going half as hard
so mash the gas, and p-ss the gr-ss
surp-ss the average whackest ghost
rappers, out here i’m out the goat
no one out here even know
boots its stomping on his f-cking foes

[hook]
ok ok ok b-tch
man, i said ok, i said ok ok ok b-tch
man, i said ok, i said ok ok ok b-tch
man, i said ok, i said ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
i said

[verse 3]
ok, i’ll admit it
i am this materialistic
i buy and i buy and i think that in time
my possessions will help me to deal with
the vacancy aching me, cause of complaceny
everyone fake to me
everyone fake to me
screaming it out
angrily
popping wheelies
tryna stop the feelies
want my money
they don’t want the real me
i just want a stomach
full of drugs and mealies
i don’t need you all
to f-cking love me really
it was always music music
from the f-cking start
was a f-cking loser
but i made it art
i tried to care
but they made it hard
imma make my money
and forget my heart

- joncdaviesrap lyrics

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