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smooky margielaa - wokrock lyrics

[intro]
y’all n+ggas know how we rockin’, man
if you a opp get shot in your top, no cap
(ayo waterboy, this sh+t wet)
skrrt, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, ha, ha (wokrock, wokrock)
yeah, yeah, ha, ha (wokrock, wokrock), yeah, yeah, ha, ha (wokrock, wokrock)
yeah, yeah, ha, ha (wokrock, wokrock), yeah, yeah, ha, ha (wokrock, wokrock)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
young n+gga hopped out the coupe (hopped out the coupe, woo)
if she not f+ckin’, the boot (if she not f+ckin’, the boot)
these n+ggas keep tryna get in the loop
these n+ggas keep tryna f+ck with the crew (f+ck with the crew)
out through the city, the truck bulletproof (truck bulletproof)
them boys comin’ through, boy, you boys better move
them boys comin’ through, boy, you boys better move
i always spit heat, when i’m in the booth (hot, hot, hot, hot)
she fell in love with the life that i live (life that i live)
keep blowin’ up my phone, i’m tired of this b+tch
i beat up the p+ssy like tyson, b+tch (like tyson, b+tch)
she doin’ splits on my d+ck and all types of sh+t (all types of sh+t)
i keep a glock in my f+nny pack (my f+nny pack)
i dare a opp to run at me, get blast (grrrr, bah)
i bought the glock with the switch attached
i’m in the front, i don’t play in the back (i don’t play in the back)
[verse]
cuban link chain with the bracelet to match (bracelet to match)
i been gettin’ this bread since a jit, that’s a fact (that’s a fact)
yea, haha, come get your chain back, haha, haha
you broke and my pockets fat (my pockets fat)
hopped out the maybach, this sh+t matted black (skrr)
got that thing on my waist, you know i never lack (i never lack)
pull out the draco, man, this sh+t not a prop
we spin your block, air it out, make it hot (make it hot)
if she not f+ckin’, the boot, get out (the boot, get out)
young n+gga hopped in the coupe, i’m out
young n+gga hopped out the coupe (young n+gga hopped out the coupe)
if she not f+ckin’, the boot (if she not f+ckin’, the boot)
these n+ggas keep tryna f+ck with the crew (these n+ggas tryna)
these n+ggas keep tryna steal all the moves
these n+ggas keep tryna steal all the swag (all the swag)
they mad that margielaa man get to the bag (yeah, yeah)
they mad that margielaa man get to the bag (yeah, one, two)

[chorus]
young n+gga hopped out the coupe (hopped out the coupe, woo)
if she not f+ckin’, the boot (if she not f+ckin’, the boot)
these n+ggas keep tryna get in the loop (get in the loop)
these n+ggas keep tryna f+ck with the crew (yeah, yeah)
out through the city, the truck bulletproof (truck bulletproof)
them boys comin’ through, boy, you boys better move (move)
them boys comin’ through, boy, you boys better move (better move)
i always spit heat, when i’m in the booth (hot, hot, hot, hot)
she fell in love with the life that i live (life that i live)
keep blowin’ up my phone, i’m tired of this b+tch (i’m tired of this b+tch)
i beat up the p+ssy like tyson, b+tch (like tyson, b+tch)
she doin’ splits on my d+ck and all types of sh+t (all types of sh+t)
i keep a glock in my f+nny pack (my f+nny pack)
i dare a opp to run at me, get blast (grrrr, bah)
i bought the glock with the switch attached (grrr)
i’m in the front, i don’t play in the back (i don’t play in the back)
[outro]
i’m sippin’ wock’ on a wokrock
i’m sippin’ wock’ on a wokrock
i’m sippin’ wock’ on a wokrock
i’m sippin’ wock’ on a wokrock
i’m sippin’ wock’ on a wokrock
wokrock, wokrock, wokrock, wokrock
i’m sippin’ wock’ on a wokrock
i’m sippin’ wock’ on a wokrock
wokrock, wokrock, wokrock, wokrock
wokrock, wokrock, wokrock, wokrock

- smooky margielaa lyrics

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