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still got beef - cezar wok lyrics

[intro]
yung paolo, turn the ac on
pow, wok

[chorus]
uh, these n*ggas they tag me in pictures, not reality (huh)
these b*tches be mad thick and i hit and leave like a bumblebee
yeah i poured a 4 and the stress relieved, but i’m with my beam cause i still got beef (beef)
on the scene, n*gga step on me, i’ve been moving clean before quarantine
ain’t no freshman, i’m a fresh prince, smell like fresh mint and i take the beef like some fresh meat (uh)
and i take his hoes on the f*cking quicks n*gga, take his hope if he tag me
i took yo’ b*tch, she came back in a bentley
i’ma go back to the chi with a grammy
i’ma go stunt on this globe like paris
i’m mr. wok, walking in ready

[verse]
i don’t really talk, yeah
i just move with the 40 and pop
they try to defeat me for what?
y’all better stop, i’m an untieable knot
i am a big problem, they act like i’m not
i’m in the mansion, then i’m on yo’ block and it’s hot
moving so far, i don’t depart
if i take fronts, then i follow ’em up
f*ck your opinion about wok, i’m in your city with my hands on yo’ main thot
i’ma pop on whoever gon’ diss me and got nothin’ to say, so they using the same bar
i’ma pop on whoever on yung paolo (on god)
b*tch we came up from nothing, no studio
and it’s really no purpose, nowhere to go
i was lost on the road, gripping on the pole
now i’m splitting the bread with my young bros, i could never turn back on my day ones
now i’m running these bands on my f*cking own, i don’t need no money assistant
anytime i go out, i’m the real me
i could never be fake for a freak b*tch
i could never be fake, that’s my weakness (yeah)
but i’m already above all the benefits (pow*pow)
[bridge]
yeah, these n*ggas would rather run (run)
depression made me feel strong, now i won’t surrender from anyone
give a f*ck if they pointing a f*cking gun
pop ’em quick like some bubble gum (yeah)
cl!ck*pow, hundred round, we don’t cuddle now
talk through the wire like a p*ssy, these n*ggas would never go move around (whoa*oh*oh, p*ssy)

[chorus]
uh, these n*ggas they tag me in pictures, not reality (huh)
these b*tches be mad thick and i hit and leave like a bumble bee
yeah i poured a 4 and the stress relieved, but i’m with my beam cause i still got beef (beef)
on the scene, n*gga step on me, i’ve been moving clean before quarantine
ain’t no freshman, i’m a fresh prince, smell like fresh mint and i take the beef like some fresh meat
and i take his hoes on the f*cking quicks n*gga, take his hope if he tag me
i took yo’ b*tch, she came back in a bentley (bentley)
i’ma go back to the chi with a grammy (grammy)
i’ma go stunt on this globe like paris
i’m mr. wok, walking in ready (wok)

[outro]
won’t surrender from anyone, i won’t surrender from any gun
i see him up, now i see him down
i pop ’em quick like some bubble gum and stomp ’em out with my day ones (wok)
i told ’em “shoot” and they got it done (pow)
wok, wok!

- cezar wok lyrics

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