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kash addict - wock flow lyrics

[intro: kash addict]
(can’t sleep, i have insomnia)
gang
kash
where the f+ck my drink at, man?

[chorus: kash addict]
i don’t just pour me a line, n+gga, i pour like nine
my cup is dirty, i pour a four, and my b+tch do the wine
and my b+tch h+lla fine, white b+tch snort a line
every day, i wake up sellin’ ‘bows, dedicated to the grind
ain’t no taxin’ for the work, sip the wock’, wash the perc’
if you wanna come shop with me, better bring what it’s worth
been gettin’ to that bread, f+ck a b+tch, get some head
sucker hit me not talkin’ money, left a n+gga on read

[verse 1: kash addict]
n+gga can’t pull up like this, got a dodge h+llcat on my wrist
got about eight bands on the ‘fit, and a whole thirty stacks in the whip
got a real bad b+tch that strip, if she do a good job, i’ll tip
everything i touch, i flip, if a n+gga try touch, he ripped
got a fifth of patrón i sip, should’ve just got a liter, i’m sick
roll an eighth in a dutch real quick, i’m a hustle man like tip
pour four of the wock’ in a sprite, add a perc’ to the drink, i might
walk around with a dub, that’s light, try to pour my drink, we fight
yeah, i’m plugged in the game real tight, no, you can’t get a deuce out the pint
oh, you heard i’m f+cked up? that’s right, i don’t share no lean, aight
with a b+tch and her nose stuffed white, and she love to get f+cked all night
had a play for a box, that’s light, need a bale and i’m on the next flight
[chorus: kash addict]
i don’t just pour me a line, n+gga, i pour like nine
my cup is dirty, i pour a four, and my b+tch do the wine
and my b+tch h+lla fine, white b+tch snort a line
every day, i wake up sellin’ ‘bows, dedicated to the grind
ain’t no taxin’ for the work, sip the wock’, wash the perc’
if you wanna come shop with me, better bring what it’s worth
been gettin’ to that bread, f+ck a b+tch, get some head
sucker hit me not talkin’ money, left a n+gga on read

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i got fifty, sixty racks on me right now, that’s just pocket change
i got two clips on this ar pistol now, i ain’t even gotta aim
glock 21 on my hip, turn on my savage, i’m with slaughter gang
bro took too long to pull up, he had some wock’, but, sh+t, the doctor came
sks on me, i’m with choppa gang
you a bum, probably don’t even know how lobster taste, i got a lot of pape’
last n+gga i beefed with still alive, but he ain’t got no face
what i spent on drank, could’ve bought a wraith, i love how wocky taste
ghetto boyz in here with h+lla gunfire
put drac’ up to my waist and bump+fire, drank got me dumb tired
in a wide+bodied demon with the one tires
i’m a motherf+ckin’ boss, n+gga, i can get a bum hired, n+gga
i just found another plug, his name jesús
pour so much wock’ inside this sprite, it look like grape juice
i’ll throw these hands with anybody, n+gga, you can be 8’2″
but best believe i think you finna win, i’ma shank you
if you can find out who invented cough syrup, i wanna thank you
i’ll pimp a b+tch, bae, i’m not no trick, i can’t pay you
bro made twenty racks in the feds sellin’ k2
my n+gga sold a brick, i went and hit a l!ck, i want some pape’ too
right now i’m drinkin’ old red, i’m in akron with it
n+gga ain’t pull up with the whole bread, i hate a cappin’ n+gga
nickel hit him in his forehead, now his hat look different
when peezy met me, i was low on bread, takin’ straps from n+ggas

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