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letra de yoko - chris brown

yoko, yoko, yoko, yoko, yoko, yoko
yoko, yoko, yoko, yoko, yoko, yoko
yoko, yoko, yoko…

bust a couple bands
blow a 100 fast
i just made a hundred off of 50 pay
where them bad asian b-tches holding down my city at?
where them girls from the a with that pretty face?
round thing, yeah i’m on that loud thing
pop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd: dang!
yeah, i’m a stunner, nah, i ain’t baby though
young dude with the lazy flow
watch all these ladies go
crazy when i pull up right beside them
i do a buck 30, i’m just into flying
i smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that i’m lighting
bucket’s full of ice and bottles on fire inside them

call them yoko ono
only ride solo
mission for the dolo
one look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive
she’s a man eater, ski mask diva
she might up ‘n leave you, but you can never leave her
you ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her
tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either
i call her yoko ono

look, got a boatload of them asian hoes
on vacation steady baking with jamaican hoes
i got cash boy, i don’t care what you making ho
50 thousand on my wrist: i’m feeding eskimos
d-mn! put va on this sh-t
buy 100 f-cking bottles, let them spray in this b-tch
my money flow real long, i do relays in this b-tch
and you know i kill songs, it’s burner, cb & wiz
alrighty now, ha, look at me, rose, i’m on n-gg-
15 grand on a what, that’s just my phone, n-gg-
northern california, where blunts look like cones, n-gg-
two up, two down, make that switch, yeah

call them yoko ono
only ride solo
mission for the dolo
one look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive
she’s a man eater, ski mask diva
she might leave you, but you can never leave her
you ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her
tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either.
i call her yoko ono

shades on, polo white t
me leaving here alone? that’s unlikely
not a stoner b-tch, but she like me
tryna get that final cut like spike lee
i jack them hoes, direct them hoes
take them home and let them hoes go live out their fantasies
they’re popping pills, i’m rolling weed
even got a couple bad b-tches overseas
out the back, as ain’t no tags when i’m shopping
and my bad filled with options so don’t ask what it cost
i’m in a maserati coupe going so fast that i lost them
and my b-tch got so much swag that these bad b-tches on us
ah! killing y’all, pow! (dag) get a a coffin

i call her yoko ono
only ride solo
mission for the dolo
one look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive
she’s a man eater, ski mask diva
she might leave you, but you can never leave her
you ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her
tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either.
i call her yoko ono

- chris brown

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