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ygg - okay lyrics

[hook: lyrical strally]
(okay) okay, okay
ls and the bad ombré and saint
duppy daily, sunny or rain
can’t try take man for finn and jake
like, like, okay, okay
ls and the bad ombré and saint
duppy daily, sunny or rain
can’t try take man for finn and jake

[verse 1: lyrical strally]
okay, okay
the bad ombré, s-d-daint and the ls-er
i said tell dem man over there suh
“why, gg?” ain’t a question
ygg, the guys in your mentions
reason you got her new extensions
now you’re stressed out, smoking bensons
that should teach you a lesson
can’t try take man for finn and jake
dem man talk to the jakes like finn
oi, dem boy dere moving fake
but act like they’re on this ting
they think they’re fly like p to the a
ask pk, dem man are bait
what you gonna say if you move to your babes?
hmm, you say (okay)
okay, okay
ls, sa and pk
book ygg, better have papes
if you don’t, i’ll be like “k”
okay, okay
ls, sa and pk
book ygg, better have papes
if you don’t, i’ll be like “k”

[verse 2: saint]
i was like oh, okay, okay, oh
what can i say, bro? this flow’s a ko
had it from way back when i had cane rows
and i had a crep in every colour of the rainbow
i was tryna turn pesto to pesos
i lost my halo babes with a b-m like j lo
but it’s okay, my new ting’s from spain
no english, trust, it’s “te amo, pedro”
you know saint always say okay
but me, spit for free? no way, josé
i’ve been lacing riddims from late ’08
now i’m kanye, tryna get paid all day
bare grime, i rarely play rosé
pink in the red cups, now i taste rosé
[?] one line on the rocks, she hates cocaine
just give her shocks to the brain like [?]
now they wanna hate on me
i don’t know why they wanna hate on saint
wanna get man, they can put a stain on saint
wanna get mad looking like [?] on saint
your girl just likes having me around, something in her mouth
these nuts, oi, may contain
the other day, i was tryna get my face on [?]
now i just want money and women always, all day

[verse 3: pk]
and it’s the bad ombré, yeah pk aka
garfield junior, i hate mondays
but i like lasagna, out for the piles
and i want a big belly like santa
if you’re not careful
these man are gonna creep through your window
go through your drawers and your ash, no rizla
i ain’t talking ’bout rollups or a smoke up
i want your bank card, you plonker
yeah, know what i’m on cuh
when i get busy with the blade, i’m dangerous
stick that into your neck, i’m ruthless
burgle the flat, say hi to your neighbours
up the back fence all quick ‘fore the tridents
can’t get nicked or end up in the station
mum would k!ll me, not no pagans
i don’t wanna do no time for a wasteman
i don’t wanna do no time for a punk
olé, olé
man are gonna make man jump with the blade
tings ain’t gonna be okay
hat down low and i’m moving shady
draw your girl on the roads so quickly
man can’t screw me, or diss me
you’ll get the muay thai straight to your boaty
now your friends are asking if you’re okay

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