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krys ro - okay lyrics

okay okay
krys ro up in your city
i’m about to get drunk get litty
got your girl kissin’ all on my titties
she all on my goodies
if i was nigga i would have a woody
but i am the k!lla, the realest, the trillest
my clout is the biggest, the bestest, the empress
bow down to a don
my b-tch is the illest go get you one
uh these labels don’t know
i’m the one they lookin’ for
got the looks and got the flow
fresh fruit, marketable
on a mission, it’s possible
it’s foreseen, it’s probable
no badge but i’m knockin’ down these doors like the popos
i’m cold, i’m grown b-tch not old
got a young b-tch she grown
so i guess we both grown
so i deserve to get throwed
like young chop n nino i’m po’d oh

and what’s good without evil
godbless the devil
thank god for free will
pedal to the metal
we need big bills, no singles
we need benjamins, not lincolns
i need rubberbands that stretch out
i speak pimpin’ when i’m thinkin’

fuck all of y’all
fuck all of y’all
fuck all of y’all i said it
krys ro, that’s a bet b-tch
i know i get you wet
this is not a test
or a drill it’s real shit
like popos i k!ll shit
k!ll it, mourn it
feel it, then adore it
i’m born for it
like a leo comin’ into the world i was roarin’
i’m a litty little bitty, no pity, never boring
live in every city i ain’t tourin’
biggest little filipino like reno but foreign
half black like a chess board
k!llin’ every king, i’m the queen
the finesse lord, yes lord
feelin’ every bit of love i get
self esteem lit okay
i’m a bad b-tch livin’ lavish
blind to the hate, make a mad b-tch vanish
kuz i’m savage, yes i manage
by myself i got the package
doin’ well, fuck the baggage
doin’ damage, i just ravage
just tell me where the cash is
you can never have this
can’t stop my shine so they don’t thats p-ssive
monogamy to the money that’s marraige
yeah we on, you can’t do it like me
no you can’t do it like me
mind right, got my vibe bright
never scared if it’s on sight
knock a b-tch out type
everywhere you look like a lime bike, limelight

be limpin’ like i’m yoda
and also when i’m drinkin’
mc escher with the stairwells
my beginnin’ has no endin’
mad love to h-town now i’m comin’ down
picked up the accent and gained a few pounds
george strait said it
all my exes live in texas
that’s why i gotta fetish
for thick lean and lean women
money and cars be the death of us all
they say money no good but it feels good to ball

still pimpin’ like pimp c
makin’ sure my b-tch eat
b-mpin bun b, blowin’ trees
swangin’ down the street
bringin’ cali down let me show how i live
reppin’ sac town where a chain will get you k!lled

- krys ro lyrics

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