cezar wok 03 goat şarkı sözleri

Wok H-ha-ha Ayo Vhig, go crazy on this motherfucker Oh-no-no-no I think my nig caught feelings for a hoe (For a hoe) Shawty not bad, she just wanna chase dough They ain't kick the cup 'cause they care 'bout hoes You didn't see what's up 'cause we carry Dracos Baby girl, yo' nigga got the same ol' flow We from the woods where the paper come from I know you now yo' nigga unknown (Unknown) Heard she wanna f*ck with the Wok, I know (I know) Took a xanny pill, now she movin' real slow (Real slow) Flyin' on a jet, now I'm cruisin' on a boat (On a boat) You coolin' with a fan, bro I'm coolin' with yo' hoe I put it on for my city, it's just me and Yung Paolo Try to take it as a joke and I'm bustin' up yo' throat Lately I've been with myself, tryna find some more I was born in '03 man, I'm a real goat (I'm a real goat) They don’t really walk, all these niggas under Twitter I just got two hoes cause I'm bored of bein' singles I'm payin' for dinner 'cause it's VV's in my freezer (VV's) My pockets on fat just like Peter, whoa (Griffin) Put that M4 to his neck and I'm hittin' his bitch from the back in a Cadillac (Yeah) Tottin' the drum, ain't worry 'bout shit 'cause I gotta chase bands Nothin' of that Twitter talk, yeah In the flare (On the set, fah-fah-fah) I got money everywhere (Yeah) F*ck it, I'ma drop another thousand on a Fendi bag (Uh) I just want a real fucking check, not Instagram Don't punch me, I keep a gun, that's a FN These bullets real hot like the sun when I'm in the flare These niggas ain't real, they gon' hide when I'm steppin' in Steppin' in, steppin' in, I really turned this bread into baguettes I'm on the West coast, I'm on the East coast I took yo' bitch bra and put a couple Pesos I'm with a black hoe, I'm with a white hoe Race doesn't matter, it's just about love bro I hit a lick, then I'm lickin' a Backwood (Ah-ah-uh) I gotta link with that bitch, she so mindful Yeah, she look like my type (Uh, she look like she want to) I take the blunt to my face and it's Purple Haze Ain't no case, I hit my lawyer, he wrap it like Taco Bell In the six, doin' donuts, f*ck insta fame Nigga, we put on that pressure on anything (Prra, prra!) Bet that 40 gon' make you just run away If I jump on yo' bitch, then she jump on me If I'm takin' yo' bitch, then I pay no fee (Nah!) 'Cause that bitch was a fan, she wanted me Oh-no-no-no I think my nig caught feelings for a hoe (For a hoe) Shawty not bad, she just wanna chase dough They ain't kick the cup 'cause they care 'bout hoes You didn't see what's up 'cause we carry Dracos Baby girl, yo' nigga got the same ol' flow We from the woods where the paper come from I know you now yo' nigga unknown (Unknown) Heard she wanna f*ck with the Wok, I know (I know) Took a xanny pill, now she movin' real slow (Real slow) Flyin' on a jet, now I'm cruisin' on a boat (On a boat) You coolin' with a fan, bro I'm coolin' with yo' hoe I put it on for my city, it's just me and Yung Paolo Try to take it as a joke and I'm bustin' up yo' throat Lately I've been with myself, tryna find some more I was born in '03 man, I'm a real goat (I'm a real goat)
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