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ok (slowed & reverb) - busta rhymes & cool & dre lyrics

[intro: busta rhymes & young thug]
okay (thugger)
ayy, bust, what up big bro?
i got you, five

[pre*chorus: young thug]
uh, gotta go to a lil’ accountant (lil’ accountant)
pickin’ up a hundred thousand dollars (thousand dollars)
and i want it all cash (it all cash)
try to put it all in my pocket (all in my pocket)
and it’s all sauce (saucey)
never hang around no p*ssies (p*ssy)
i’m ’bout to turn down that p*ssy (turn down that p*ssy)
i’m ’bout to announce that p*ssy

[verse 1: young thug]
going wu*tang with the blues (ooh)
going mr. t with the jewels (ooh)
get socked out by your boo (ooh)
i ain’t never kickin’ no spooks
n*gga say he thinkin’ bout who? (ooh)
b*tch called rape ’bout who? (who?)
everything bad for the news (ooh)
rich n*gga, still eatin’ noodles (noodles)
gеttin’ to the money, lil’ n*gga (lil’ n*gga, lil’ n*gga)
problem, lil’ n*gga? (lil’ n*gga)
makе it rain on your hundred, lil’ n*gga (yeah, lil’ n*gga)
make this sh*t money, lil’ n*gga (hey, hey)
diamonds on bang, oh, yeah, yeah
pockets on bang, oh, yeah, yeah
hooked like phonics, oh, yeah, yeah
higher than the sun, oh, yeah (yeah)
n*gga drinkin’ on actavis
put a twelve in a two, that n*gga dead
dead ’til the mornin’
n*gga got taped until the mornin’ (yeah)
n*gga been breakin’ up homes (hol’ on)
n*gga wanna buyin’ out the mall (mall)
tell me if you rakin’ out the bottles (yeah)
[pre*chorus: young thug]
okay, gotta go to a lil’ accountant (to a lil’ accountant)
pickin’ up a hundred thousand dollars (a hundred thousand dollars)
and i want it all cash (want it all cash, n*gga)
try to put it all in my pocket (all in my pocket, yeah)
and it’s all sauce (saucey)
never hang around no p*ssies (p*ssy)
i’m ’bout to turn down that p*ssy (turn down that p*ssy)
i’m ’bout to announce that p*ssy

[verse 2: busta rhymes]
hurry up, deliver my bread to me, pr*nto (yeah)
n*ggas lyin’, noses is curlin’ like gonzo (curlin’ like gonzo)
while i’m steamin’ at roscoe, i got you n*ggas learning when i be burnin’ that fronto (ah)
blood clot (hmm*mm)
n*ggas better know it’s only one (one)
godfather over every don (don)
watch all the people dem ah sing mi song for me from here to london
gun going bang, f*ck up everyone (eh)
she get overwhelmin’ when a n*gga pull up, who you talkin’ to?
you little bacteria n*ggas, i disinfect when i catch every single one of you (haha)
she be k!llin’ from here to ghana (ghana)
you see the way we drippin’, the latest dolce gabbana (‘bana)
drippin’ like i’m wearing a couple gallon of water
throw this money, take her home, and i’m probably pokin’ your mother (ah)
yeah, sh*t crack n*gga till the back (cl!ck good)
and i wish a little bad b*tch would (trust me)
shoot ’em now they freeze (quick), never seen her act this hood (oh sh*t)
you see the way we shinin’, it’s like somebody brighten
the light up on this diamond (the light up on this diamond)
see, most these n*ggas lyin’ when it’s comin’ to these verses
we got these n*ggas fightin’ (godd*mn)
look, we got ’em so scared, paranoid, shakin’ in they boots, oh, lord
got ’em waitin’ for the truth, oh, lord
see the way i be bakin’ the boof, oh, lord
you don’t want it, on god (give it to ’em)
n*gga, you can’t contain ’em, you better let ’em out
f*ckin’ up the beat like her p*ssy when i’m stretchin’ out (ha)
smoke a guy ‘fore you better see you should test it out (ha)
f*ck you debating with n*ggas on who the best about
[pre*chorus: young thug]
gotta go to a lil’ accountant (to a lil’ accountant)
pickin’ up a hundred thousand dollars (a hundred thousand dollars)
and i want it all cash (want it all cash)
try to put it all in my pocket (all in my pocket)
and it’s all sauce (saucey)
never hang around no p*ssies (p*ssy)
i’m ’bout to turn down that p*ssy (turn down that p*ssy)
i’m ’bout to announce that p*ssy

[chorus: busta rhymes]
movin’, i been gettin’ to this money (okay)
a lot of n*ggas with me and they hungry (okay)
do this sh*t for everyone that love me (okay)
’til we f*ckin’ up the planet and the country (okay)
movin’, i been gettin’ to this money (okay)
a lot of n*ggas with me and they hungry (okay)
do this sh*t for everyone that love me (okay)
’til we f*ckin’ up the planet and the country (okay)

[outro: busta rhymes]
okay, okay
okay, okay

- busta rhymes cool dre lyrics

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