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shok p - str lyrics

you broke n-gg-s be actin like stars
like, you catchin rides to the booth, so why you in there rappin bout cars
look, stop rappin out them foreigns clown
too much walking in them j’s, [?] jordan down
free smoove, free cash, my n-gg- jordan down
hoes keep callin, yea i’m pickin up
got my birds pickin up birds till im chickened up
how you broke but all you wanna do is sip and f-ck
that goose [?] turned you n-gg-s to some sittin ducks
i recycled that but ya chick still quick to f-ck
when she lick it up, n-gg- she act naughty
so i f-ck up ya happy home like a house party
skrt skrt, pull up on him, you know what happen tho
always grown man attire, i’m never slackin tho
i got my feet up, they can’t stand shok
no will smith, but this thing in my hand c-cked
look man, you better keep ya chrome, [?] is on
my shorty said, f-ck what they sayin leave them streets alone
my chick-fil-a said we bout that chicken leave that beef alone
i said its just a hobby but i keep it going
in and outta ya mom crib, look smash that
couldn’t see what i had on, but i had mad swag
i was that motherf-cker, in the dad hat
that’s over your head, but that’s a bar that i laugh at
you braggin bout eatin, these dudes is sharks
man you wouldn’t even f-ckin brag if you dudes was smart
i know being up moves your heart
but stop letting all that eating go to yar head tho, food for thought
i hear all the rumors, they keep sayin that i fell off
but they can’t f-ck with the guy, knock it the h-ll off
i pull up in a range or something
she give me crazy brain i think that b-tch derranged or something
same tune, same shok, i ain’t changing nothing
n-gg- i ain’t playing games or nothing
saying names or nothing
color blind, you ain’t banging nothing
you n-gg-s wack and you lames is fronting but
but i guess i ain’t real cuz i ain’t doin bids
and i ain’t drillin sh-t and i ain’t poppin pills
wait what is wrong with you n-gg-s
like that’s why i won’t do a song with you n-gg-s
plus you wearing them fake chains, prolly lost your faith
praying to god we don’t find out that ya cross is fake
plus you pillow talking, should of lost your face
but its baller over a lawyer so you lost your case
look, too much clockin, gotta watch it
too many skinny jeans, n-gg-s outta pocket
no, literally, n-gg-s outta pocket
but 70 for a gram that is not a profit
i went lookin for a plug, then i found a socket
now im gettin extra cheese, that is not a toppin
i’m the hottest, stop it, you is not a topic
losing not an option, you n-gg-s outta options

- shok p lyrics

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