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okay bxtch - yexwxrld lyrics

[intro]
go, go, go, go, hey, aye, uh, huh, aye, aye, hey

[chorus]
okay, i’m fenna pop my sh*t
okay, i’m fenna rock that b*tch
like okay, he getting down with a b*tch
hey, why she tweakin?, i got 50 rounds for the b*tch
okay, that n*gga claim he a player
b*tch, why you f*ck with the band? it’s a mill on the table
b*tch, why you play with the game? it’s a mill for the player
i’m tryna spend a lil band, but my pockets a saver
[verse]
brand new beam on the glock and the ak
he done got popped in the leg, and now he needed mayday
i got some hitters that’s really gone spray beforе i spray
looking for me n*gga, i got em searching thе tri*state
smoking on bible verse, huh
know the b*tch lying, so i just be lying first
i need a dub if you want me to do the verse
he did her bad than a b*tch, but i did her worse
we did her bad than a b*tch, know it’s sad than a b*tch
go and go pick up the duffle, got cash in that b*tch
doing 200 or sum, might crash in this b*tch
racing a n*gga, he going out sad than a b*tch
no cap, pop off hats
he got backdoored, i went and creep through the back
from the gutta or sum, b*tch i cop me a mac
that i keep for the opps and it’s safe in the back
that i keep for the opps, b*tch stay safe
ion really f*ck with the beef, n*gga stay dangerous
i could pop em any day, wanna stay hanging
he’ll front for the gang, chop still sangin
need a b*tch named sonalee or sum
got used to whippin big bodies or sum
if i like it fosho might be coppin me sum
imma jack of all trades, imma master of none
fosho get popped in the whip, might be faster to run
he is not ducking the hollow tips outta the gun
i know they ducking the smoke, but i’m smoking me one
“mell pack” strong than a b*tch and we smoke it for fun
mailbox full than a b*tch
cop a package of runts, cop a package of za
blunts strong than a b*tch, it could make n*ggas cry
blunts strong than a b*tch, it could make n*ggas shake
live than a b*tch in the sesh, it could make n*ggas…
hate how they talkin with loose lips
popped in the game, i be live than a b*tch with the blue strips
pop in this b*tch with the gang, what the news is?
don’t try to cap, cause i know what the truth is
cop me a pint of codeine, we been sippin for days
the n*gga a b*tch and he stuck in his ways
the n*gga a b*tch and he don’t wanna change
the n*gga really b*tchin, he could roll in his grave
have a rich pr*ck, she’ll turn the boys to a slave
f*ck a rich b*tch, she’ll put the points in my name
they’ll f*ck a hoe in the street, for a coin she’ll bang
wanna f*ck with the boy?, put a hoe in her lane
i’ll leave a hoe in the plane cause she talkin bout “bs”
i never f*cked with the b*tch, i just wanted some cheese
i never wanted the b*tch, i just wanted some green
and i’m like “okay b*tch” she just wanna suck on the team
[chorus]
okay, i’m fenna pop my sh*t
okay, i’m fenna rock that b*tch
like okay, he getting down with a b*tch
hey, why she tweakin?, i got 50 rounds for the b*tch
okay, that n*gga claim he a player
b*tch, why you f*ck with the band? it’s a mill on the table
b*tch, why you play with the game? it’s a mill for the player
i’m tryna spend a lil band, but my pockets a saver

okay, i’m fenna pop my sh*t
okay, i’m fenna rock that b*tch
like okay, he getting down with a b*tch
hey, why she tweakin?, i got 50 rounds for the b*tch
okay, that n*gga claim he a player
b*tch, why you f*ck with the band? it’s a mill on the table
b*tch, why you play with the game? it’s a mill for the player
i’m tryna spend a lil band, but my pockets a saver

- yexwxrld lyrics

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