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t$an (us) - okay lyrics

[chorus]
okay
okay
why i be clean like that uh
you said you a gangster not meaning that uh
i hit that b-tch then i’m leaving that uh
okay i want her not needing that uh
i got rick owens my feet in that uh
i count up that cash while i’m leaning back uh
that boy took my swag and i need it back uh yeah

[verse 1]
i got margielas wit blood on them
i got the ones with the gum bottoms
and she suckin my d-ck got her head bobbin
and i know it’s some n-ggas ahead watching
think my phones tapped yeah the feds watching
christian louboutin these red bottoms (yeah)
and free my brother know the feds got him (yeah)
that n-gga ran up but my man got him
i don’t f-ck with the n-ggas they h-lla fake
call me a baker all this bread that i make
in the coupe push this sh-t down the interstate
mix the codeine in soda they integrate
choppa gone make his body disintegrate
and we know that you capping you been a fake
diamonds wet just like i found them in a lake
i been eating so good need a bigger plate
i got plenty of drugs what you need n-gga
i’m throwing up b’s ima bleed n-ggas
i just came in this b-tch i’m wit three n-ggas
know my cash it be taller than three midgets
yeah my money be longer than three bridges
everything that i say all hits ain’t no misses
i was f-ckin his b-tch told her ain’t no kisses
i got ysl on me you know it drip it
yeah

[verse 2]
yeah
most of these n-ggas just act like they got it but they really don’t
i know some n-ggas who act like they’ll shoot at some n-ggas but i know that they won’t (yeah)
louie v all on my coat (yeah)
diamonds so wet i might soak (yeah)
i gotta glock 9 with me
and what i do ?
aim it and bang at your throat (yeah)
i swear to god ain’t n0body as cold as me
i am so boujee might need you to chauffeur me
i keep me a shooter i know he gone blow for me
i got me a bad b-tch i know she gone roll for me
b-tch i’m the greatest ain’t n0body over me
wait oh my god my diamond way too cold for me
i f-ck a cougar that b-tch way too old for me
just popped a percocet that sh-t controlling me
12 on my d-ck n-ggas keep on patrolling me
boy you a b-tch can’t believe that you told on me
no i don’t give a f-ck know this sh-t really grow on me
i got your b-tch in the back and she blowing me
all of these n-ggas i swear they be joeing me
act like they know me but really not knowing me
do all that talkin but really not showing me
and he borrowed my style swear that n-gga be owing me

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