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wokstar bands - i are lyrics

[chorus: paniqk b.]
lil b-tch let me tell you who the f-ck i are
let me tell you who the f-ck i are
lil b-tch let me tell you who the f-ck i are
let me tell you who the f-ck i are

[wokstar]
lil b-tch let me tell you who the f-ck i is
a young n-gg- tell lil baby come bring my sh-t
a hot n-gg- i ain’t gotta hit no god d-mn licks
i make her get it out her pockets baby bring my strips
i’m out the bowl with it, bold n-gg-
nina make it cold with it
and sending shots through your m-th-f-ckin dome n-gg-
give a d-mn f-ck if you short or if you tall n-gg-
rocking with this tec i can show you how to ball n-gg-
big chops busting ain’t no time for the tick tock
no i ain’t on sh-t but d-mn i really need a wristw-tch
b-tch stop bugging on me baby keep your lips locked
pay me out the wallet for a verse, i’ll let that sh-t drop b-tch!

[tragedy]
i told him talk is cheap so don’t waste my tick tock
i had to k!ll some time so i done murdered my wristw-tch
my lines doper than c-ke wrapped in a ziploc
heavy metal, pistol whip a n-gg- like i’m slipknot (god d-mn)
i’m in the cut like a surgery at the red light
better keep going cause it ain’t no telling when it’ll be your night
had a f-cked up feeling, them n-gg-s just wasn’t moving right
focus on your grind cause one day it’s gone be your time to shine
what you gone do with it?! (god d-mn)
is you gone stack and get your money up or you gone f-ck it off and act a fool with it?
let’s figure out this blueprint!
it’s a thousand ways to get it out the muscle if you’re really bout them blue strips!
it’s not about how rich you get, you gotta make it last
life is a b-tch, i got her on her knees with a mask
she want me to beat it up, i told her give me cash in advance
i’m always thinking about another way to stack up my bands
this sh-t is a compet-tion and if you ain’t first then you’re last
you don’t have a pot to p-ss in, n-gg- go and get you a bag
i’m one of the reasons why these n-gg-s always going out sad
my girlfriend harder than most of you n-gg-s and that sh-t h-lla sad (god d-mn)
aye, let me tell you who the f-ck i am!
5 figures, no kids, yeah b-tch i’m him!
and i’m balling so hard that i broke the rim! (god d-mn)
running a mile in my shoes, you might break a limb! (god d-mn)
aye, let me tell you who the f-ck i am! (god d-mn)
aye, let me tell you who the f-ck i am! (god d-mn)

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