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lekl - wok hearts & pop tarts lyrics

[intro : lekl]
oh oh ayy ayy
let ’em know le’

[verse 1 : lekl]
(look look)
touch down in dfw, and i just linked with bfb
and i’m independent, i ain’t worried ’bout the industry
she feelin’ me, if i pop a bean then i’m feelin’ geeked
if i pop a perc then i’m finna sleep
i remember days when i felt this sh+t was out of reach
i ain’t on yet but i’m bout to be, i’m takin’ over sh+t call me lek monopoly
i need a bunch of properties, i did it on my own, i’m givin’ props to me
[verse 2: bfb da packman]
i remember days, was f+cked up and i was out of place
pop a fake perc 30 and shoot outer sp+ce
i’d rob my own brother just to keep my momma straight
chick+fil+a salads when it’s lunch, cuz i’m out of shape
b+b+tch added “too rеal” but her body fake
don’t walk up on this car, unless a n+gga wanna diе today
yo mans got jammed with the bricks, already out the j
don’t bring him ’round here, he tryna jump on somebody case
40k on yo neck, i gave that to my baby mama
i only trust h+es who let me f+ck without a condom
he caught me in his b+tch dm’s, told her ass she “better block me!”
caught her slippin’ one night, she ate me up like jeffrey dahmer
(ahh, oh man) no pun intended, i’ll fight, shoot, stab and i’ll punch a n+gga
in a mask, jit makin a lot? i got that thumper with me
b+b+tch talkin’ she want a sugar daddy, i got my uncle with me

verse 3 [lekl and bfb da packman]
lekl:
yeah, plug her in with my uncle charlie
got a lil’ b+tch, tryna ride me like a harley
baddie lil’ b+tch online, she think she icarly
n+gga think it’s sweet, i might hit his ass with a smartie
got a white b+tch, saved her name under “dolly parton”
want me spend some bands on her, i’mma send her ass to target
my price is my price, i ain’t tryna bargain
yeah, them n+ggas got dogs, but they ain’t tryna walk ’em
stack fill up with that dawg, get that b+tch barked
and this b+tch better match, cuz i’m not sparked
bro tryna send ’em him to the sky, we are not sparring
(yallow, look )

(mmm)
i’m stanky rich, before i break my momma heart, i’ll break a brick
wok heart with a pop tart, i don’t drank no trish
she always make me nut quick on god, man i hate this b+tch
buyin’ b+tches wigs, it’s a spending habit
i be buyin’ real estate, i ain’t into fashion
cut yo b+tch off, just to share and let my n+gga smash her
my daddy wasn’t there since birth, so i been a b+st+rd
baking soda, pyrex and forks in my kitchen cabinet
i was sellin’ dope in middle school, so i been a savage
rich as f+ck, love, why the f+ck is you still a [?]
i spit on tracks and n+ggas faces and b+tches asses

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