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okay - drego lyrics

[intro: drego]
okay
boy
man

[chorus: drego]
me tony montana, okay
lil’ bro, you got the stick, okay
he tryna get him a stain
wan’ pour it in the fanta, okay
watch how you hittin’ them borners
might f*ck around and spill my drank
got g, seven*fours, okay
b*tch, i’m leavin’, i’m not just waitin’
n*gga tryna eat off my plate
n*gga get hit with a k
n*gga, you ain’t never had to struggle
nah, you don’t feel my pain
n*gga had to get it out the mud
n*gga, i been trappin’ all day
n*gga, what you know ’bout plug love?
get this sh*t right from the bay

[verse 1: drego]
n*gga try to lead the way
but n*ggas can’t follow my pace
oh, you hakeem in the paint?
you gon’ post on the block all day
i’ma slide, try and get me a stain
my young dog tryna get him a name
told him load up the fully, don’t aim (boy)
need a half on some girl, okay
if the boy is a ten, you straight
i been sippin’ this lean all day
n*gga out here servin’ lois lane
on the road, done robbed eleven lames
if they flip you with the sh*t, you baked
sent the b*tch in the club, she bait
f*ck you good, then send the location
suck you good, then send the lobation
have ’em speedin’ like they ridin’ on daytons
your b*tch the type to put in rotation
servin’ patients, but i ain’t got no patience
put a perc in my lean, i’ma lace it
now n*ggas wanna cross me like laces
packin’ up the work, eddie lacy
tryna do the whole dash like stacey
[chorus: drego & peewee longway]
me tony montana, okay
lil’ bro, you got the stick, okay
he tryna get him a stain
wan’ pour it in the fanta, okay
watch how you hittin’ them borners
might f*ck around and spill my drank
got g, seven*fours, okay
b*tch, i’m leavin’, i’m not just waitin’
n*gga tryna eat off my plate
n*gga get hit with a k (okay)
n*gga, you ain’t never had to struggle (okay)
nah, you don’t feel my pain (okay)
n*gga had to get it out the mud (okay)
n*gga, i been trappin’ all day (okay)
n*gga, what you know ’bout plug love? (okay)
get this sh*t right from the bay (okay)

[verse 2: peewee longway]
hundred zaza in the baggage claim
dirty fn got perfect aim
f*ck ’round, catch me a case
murder rate up, it’s the 60 gang
prices go up like it’s chain gang
christian dior with the plain jane
baguettey my bup, pour a pint of lean
the gt coupe look like maybelline
gabbana my feet, it’s a murder scene
bought the bentayga truck, sell it to your team
when i double my cup, that’s a sixteen
in the trap sellin’ bricks like hot wings
when it’s clean, it taste like ginseng
we get forgis and put ’em on four rings
if she gorgeous, she might get an ap
i want wafi baguette with the 3d (baguettey)
spin through your block like the cd
i got the stick on repeat
watch how he touchin’ these bundles
i got the chopper like bike week
left wrist cost three hundred
’bout these diamonds, i’ll poke you like rice street
when it’s beef, make ’em turn into ahkis
in that bay, my young n*gga get hyphy
longway, b*tch
[chorus: drego]
me tony montana, okay
lil’ bro, you got the stick, okay
he tryna get him a stain
wan’ pour it in the fanta, okay
watch how you hittin’ them borners
might f*ck around and spill my drank
got g, seven*fours, okay
b*tch, i’m leavin’, i’m not just waitin’
n*gga tryna eat off my plate
n*gga get hit with a k
n*gga, you ain’t never had to struggle
nah, you don’t feel my pain
n*gga had to get it out the mud
n*gga, i been trappin’ all day
n*gga, what you know ’bout plug love?
get this sh*t right from the bay

[outro: peewee longway & drego]
hundred zaza in the baggage claim (okay)
dirty fn got perfect aim (okay)
okay
okay

- drego lyrics

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