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letra de wok wok - brahman

[chorus: mo]
do the wock wock, so the n-ggas like to lean (b-tch)
eyes blood red, think you need some visine (woo)
hatin’ ass n-gga got [?] on the [?] (aye)
flexing real hard, i don’t even need to be (hm)
b-tch ass n-gga, can’t [?] on the [?] (woo)
smoke a lot of gas make my eyes chinese (aye)
spitting too hard, keep on drinking gasoline (aye)
n-ggas keep on hating, i’m not sharing all the green (aye)

[verse 1: royalty the kidd]
ice when i walk, you n-ggas is all ’bout the talk
walk in the booth with the sauce
how much it cost? sh-t ain’t a thing to a boss
if her name rachel i’m ross
you looking lost, but let me tell you what i found
no one can f-ck with me now
the king of my town, and if you disagree i dare you to come try and f-ck with the crown

[verse 2: egyptxan]
look at my body [?]
descend from a cloudy sky, and part the seas, it’s martyr season
think i need a senzu bean
i think i’m in too deep
i’m found face down, on the greener side of the grass, aye
singing through, f-ck it, you blink and it hit you
i look ‘cross the street and i see myself falling asleep
while i slide my katana right down in the sheath
sh-t get trippy off of the sticky
icky, sinister style, [?] n-gga
i’m not dreaming i’m a phoenix, i been here before
katana to dip, on my momma, this sh-t finna pop
’cause i got crystals in pocket
b-tch gone get split like a dutch
put my d-ck in her b-tt, she keep hittin’ me up, now
b-tch i won’t p-ss in no cup, cause i’m dirty as f-ck, aye
[verse 3: mo]
f-ck a n-gga and his b-tch, i’m focused on the green
if his b-tch who call my phone then she fit to get the d
looking like a [?] girl, she don’t mean sh-t to me
laid down in my bed, and she gone blow my ass a zip like, woah
mind on dope, i’m on slow, her head on woah
time to go, here come 5-0, and i can’t fold, oh no my bros
no i can’t be fake, i stay strong, like some [?]
my rhymes ain’t basic, and y’all rhymes are fake, and see
your wives, we taking, yeah
my squad, we baking, yeah
my mind is racing, in no time we made it, yeah

[verse 4: brahman]
aye, [?] in my walk, yeah
[?] on the block, yeah
samurai sword if you talk, yeah
me and mo never gone stop
we took it through the [?] silhouette it
looking in the night time, get your pillow wetted
with the red inside your head, because it’s sunset
need to get the blunt [?]
you don’t see the .40 to know i got a pump
and a gun with a 5 star [?]
all the sh-t that i generate gonna end your flow
she be up on the hennessy in the bando, hoe
i never make enough enemies, got a handful though
you got a handful of [?] homies that know me
we know what it like to be lonely
phony ass n-ggas ain’t ’bout sh-t
you got about as much gas as i put in one stout b-tch, yeah
sit on the couch and i smoke it to one of my albums
tiger like hobbs, and you calvin
n-gga, be clever and would he, robbin’ her hood and hit l!cks on the neighborhood city
[refrain: brahman]
give it to royalty, we ’bout that loyalty, long as you with it
wock wock, spitting not written
wock wock, hazy your vision
wock wock, lazy decisions
give it to royalty, we ’bout that loyalty, long as you with it
wock wock, spitting not written
wock wock, hazy your vision
wock wock, lazy decisions

- brahman

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