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letra de ok bet - allstar lee

[intro]
(welcome to get a bag records)
it ain’t no secret, n-gga, what’s happenin’? (ooh, j-ally, this that one)

[verse 1]
water froze in my charm, ain’t worried ’bout it spillin’ out (froze)
serve a n-gga, grab the money from him, then i’m peelin’ out (i’m gone)
bad b-tch swallow nut, yeah, she don’t spit it out (yeah)
40 glock hit you, make you spin around, james brown (bah)
four-fives and five-sevens, i can’t f-ck with nines (nah)
dope ain’t a ten this time, but f-ck it, it’s a nine (yeah)
sold folk some topside, he took it out of town
then they hit the sh-t and keep wonderin’ why it’s dummies dyin’ (dumb-ass n-gga)
if my b-tch want new drip, i’ma splash on hеr (splash)
if she want a new booty, i put an ass on her (yеah)
oh, you want some money? i’ma put a bag on you
now you worth somethin’, broski see you, bet he smash you, crumb

[chorus]
all my stuntin’-ass n-ggas, go’n and get your roll on
my young n-gga want action, he keep his pole on
my guys locked up in prison, it’s money on my phone
got a lil’ rich b-tch, she love to bless me with the dome
my plug my main mans, he gon’ bless me with a load
got some n-ggas f-ckin’ ’round with scams, play crazy with phones
them numbers lookin’ platinum down the way, bro, what you on?
get a rental, hit the road, i’m like, “okay, bet, it’s on” (ayy, peep what i told the b-tch)
[verse 2]
i told her, “drop somethin’, thick b-tch, do it on the d-ck, b-tch” (go, go)
and you got a n-gga too? low-key you a sick b-tch (d-mn)
i don’t want sh-t hit (at all), i need it uncut (raw)
residue all on my jeans, that come from packin’ up (woo)
better not come around here actin’ like you cool with us (p-ssy)
trick you out your clothes ’cause you green and wanna d-ck suck (give it up, n-gga)
pulled up to the club with the mob and ’bout ten trucks
iced up, and the ars with us got big nuts (bah)
r hold his chains up (r), flair throwin’ the gang up (flair)
goofy called askin’ ’bout the fent’, i had to hang up (dumb-ass n-gga)
money ain’t change us (at all), we still thuggin’, b-tch (yeah)
yeah, ho, i’m an allstar, come suck a n-gga d-ck
told the b-tch if we ain’t finna f-ck, you can up and dip (f-ck on)
trappin’-ass rich n-ggas with me when i take a pic (told her yeah)
yes, b-tch, we livin’ like this (told the b-tch yeah)
told her yes, ho, i’m livin’ like this (come on, come on, come on)

- allstar lee

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