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k'mani (rapper) - the ocky way lyrics

[intro: conway the machine and stan international]
aye, lemme get some violence on that, man, don’t ever disrespect me. i need that the ocky way, you heard?
sure, sure

(stan the man, if i can’t do it, no one can)

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
whoa
machine, b+tch

[verse 1: conway the machine]
ight
let’s do it like this, look
yeah
left wrist is an aqua mille
n+gga like me sold lots of freebase
shopping in milan at the galleria
walking out of gucci, “grazie mille”
whoever you had on top, i replaced
ferarri dropped on the freeway
used to take cops on a speed chase
you n+ggas rap like y’all got your weed lacеd, uh

you know what i’m known for
no n+gga be in the zone morе (get in yo bag)
my b+tch spent a 10, and that’s just in the chrome store
yeah, closet full of stone island; they call us the stone boys
it’s a drought on that white girl i sold boys
shoot the ak at you and your homeboys
(brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
that b+tch gave me top, told her do it the sloppy way (uh+huh)
whoa, we slidin’ with sticks, and no, not the hockey way
any beef, we put you on the grill, we gon’ do you the ocky way (sure, sure)
yeah, we still selling mac out the spot on a holiday

[hook: conway the machine]
yeah, this for the gs (this for the gs)
yeah, whoa, this for the gs (this for the gs)
yeah, uh, f+ck on that b+tch, wipe my d+ck off, then leave
uh, five hundred thousand, i lift up my sleeve, whoa, whoa (machine)

[verse 2: k’mani]
wait, this sh+t too easy to me
have the world how i please it to be
have your girl cause she’s cheesing at me (get a grip man)
cause she had a reason to be
told you, i’m dropping my old bae for a new one; this life has been seasoning me

i went from passive to passionate, don’t give a f+ck who’s believing in me
when i say it’s up, you gon’ see it from three
dagger, that young kid is leading the league
in clutch performances
rap is my gift like i’m under ornaments
haters really want a glimpse of the life
you can’t be in a position like i, that be un+subordinate
correlating to a force of nature
hurling toward you like a tornado, sure to devastate the morning later
warning late for what’s lost
this is just another day for a boss (it is)
i’d be watching what you say to the god (i would)
my boy in the field like he playing lacrosse
i bought her givenchy, you pay for lacoste
n+ggas b+tches, we ain’t claiming you broads, nah

[bridge: k’mani and conway the machine]
you got other sh+t all on your mind
why the f+ck you be worried bout mine
can’t you see that your boy on the climb
if you hating, get out of the way

you got other sh+t all on your mind
why the f+ck you be worried bout mine
can’t you see that your boy on the climb
get off my d+ck and out of my face

how you gon’ leave like that, in a heat like that, okay
how you gon’ leave like that, in a heat like that, okay
how you gon’ leave like that, in a heat like that, okay
(yeah)
okay, uh+huh, okay
(talk to these n+ggas, king)
[hook: conway the machine]
yeah, this for the gs (this for the gs)
yeah, whoa, this for the gs (this for the gs)
yeah, uh, f+ck on that b+tch, wipe my d+ck off, then leave
yeah uh, five hundred thousand, i lift up my sleeve, whoa, whoa (machine)

- kmani rapper lyrics

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