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​ssgkobe - ok! x2 lyrics

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[intro]
(hey, hey, hey)
huh
hah ah
hah ah
hah ah (yeah)
hah ah (yeah)
huh, huh, huh (yeah)

[chorus: bktherula]
yeah
i don’t talk to b+tches in a three, get out my face
(hah ah)
yeah, i don’t f+ck wit n+ggas who can’t give me all my sp+ce
(huh, yeah, huh yeah)
soldier on earth, sometimes i go to sp+ce
(hah ah, hah ah)
yeah
goin’ up the right way, this sh+t not a race (go)
(yeah, go)

[verse 1: bktherula]
tryna tell you, you’ll get nowhere
withhold everywhere we fade
(yeah, huh, yeah, leave it, yeah, huh, yeah)
i don’t like that b+tch cuz she dirt, i don’t care about her face
(care about that b+tch face, i don’t need it)
(cap)
they gon’ feel that sh+t when i hop on this stage
(when i hop on stage they gon’ see it)
they gon’ see the real me, n+ggas doubted me
now i got a platinum plaque, okay okay
huh
yeah, open the door, who is it
oh, me
melody on my ass, cover me
i don’t care about no louis jeans (i don’t care about it)
none of y’all racks lookin’ blue to me
none of y’all racks look og to me
black tan, og on me
ain’t talkin’ to her, for racks and a feat
huh, huh, yeah
[chorus: bktherula]
yeah
i don’t talk to b+tches in a three, get out my face
(hah ah)
yeah, i don’t f+ck wit n+ggas who can’t give me all my sp+ce
(huh, yeah, huh yeah)
soldier on earth, sometimes i go to sp+ce
(hah ah, hah ah)
yeah
goin’ up the right way, this sh+t not a race
(yeah, yeah, go)

[verse 2: ssgkobe]
pourin’ the four, pourin’ up the lean (yeah, go)
sippin’ on purp, sippin’ on the green
i don’t care about no prada jeans
they all sayin that they proud of me
this life sh+t weigh a lot on me (go)
just hit the lottery, straight to the top
and no one is stoppin’ me
(hey)
they sh+t ain’t bout the swag, then i don’t wan’ hear it
(hey)
i play wit all my racks, i look in the mirror
(hey)
don’t reach your hand up too quick, syrup might stick it
(ahh)
i’m countin’ up the racks like i’m a fiend
i don’t care about no louis jeans
been countin’ up money since seventeen
got issey miyake on my jeans
just pulled to the party, who fly as me?
huh, now she want me, she eyein’ me
can’t f+ck wit dat hoe, i’m sorry
(hey, hey, hey)
[refrain]
hey, hey, hey
huh
hah ah
hah ah
hah ah (yeah)
hah ah (yeah)
huh, huh, huh (yeah)

[chorus: bktherula]
yeah
i don’t talk to b+tches in a three, get out my face
(hah ah)
yeah, i don’t f+ck wit n+ggas who can’t give me all my sp+ce
(huh, yeah, huh yeah)
soldier on earth, sometimes i go to sp+ce
(hah ah, hah ah)
yeah
goin’ up the right way, this sh+t not a ra+

[outro]
(hey, hey, hey)
(yah)



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