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pop smoke - okay okay lyrics

[intro: pop smoke & french montana]
axle
you know what it is
when you here that, ha (it’s how you n-ggas cap, it’s how you n-ggas cap)
trap house loud
n-ggas runnin’ their jewels, runnin’ their jewels (okay, okay)
this is [?]
from the brooklyn bridge

[chorus: pop smoke & french montana]
look, my b-tch go loko (it’s how i roll, ha)
ooh back, baby, ooh back, baby, woo (ha)
let me see some (ha), okay, okay (i see ya)
okay, okay

[verse 1: french montana & pop smoke]
montana (okay, okay)
is that your whip? is that your b-tch? (okay, okay)
when the cash be slippin’ (okay, okay)
put this on my hip (okay, okay)
i got a thing for bugattis
my youngins itching’ to body
and i ain’t lookin’ behind
i cut that rearview on the side (okay, okay)
i got french over like vanessa
williams in the millions, forty cop on her dresser
it’s that south bronx, baby
loko, loko (loko), dough boy, loko
nigeria, loko, loko, ball, couldn’t go pro
watch your leg, david shoot it out with the po-po (uh-huh)
they be like, “c0ke boys, godd-mn, where’s the cocaine” (uh-huh)
half a mill for a show
godd-mn, came from the four train (uh-huh)
still live by the cold main
twenty-four karat on the gold chain (bling)
four finger gold ring
still got the old one

[chorus: pop smoke]
look, my b-tch go loko
ooh back, baby, ooh back, baby, woo
let me see some, okay, okay (i see it)
okay, okay

[verse 2: pop smoke]
look, you cannot say pop, and forget the smoke
i’m from the floors, where n-ggas tote
they couldn’t be crips, so they turned folks
drivin’ through the ‘ville, droppin’ the choke
i gotta laugh, ’cause these n-ggas jokes
just like, “who these n-ggas
i don’t know,” but i’m on go
and i’m in like bugatti, movin’, too hottie
givin’ pumps, like, “who shot ya”
me and trey, that’s four choppers
mcdaver, boy, you see us, helicopters
hermes, pick him up
they gon’ send him to the doctor
i’m in the hood like an engine, revvin’, get that n-gga
my chick is mclaren, your chick is fendi
and i got couple cases, let me know (it’s a fact)
if you want smoke, ’cause boy i can send ’em
and i got a bad b-tch, -ss up
face down, yeah, she love doggystyle
and she got a louis bag
that hold the extendo
okay, okay (okay, okay)
okay, okay (okay, okay)

[chorus: pop smoke]
look, my b-tch go loko
ooh back, baby, ooh back, baby, woo
let me see some, okay, okay (i see it)
okay, okay
look, my b-tch go loko
ooh back, baby, ooh back, baby, woo
let me see some, okay, okay (i see it)
okay, okay

- pop smoke lyrics

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