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letra de wock talk - kae.kapone, dp7

hey hey
this that wock talk
sippin on syrup, f-ck around and get lock jaw
love how yo b-tch talk
she gon swallow the kids and let you get ya rocks off
better get yo b-tch dawg
i be pourin so much that you’d think i had wock heart
getting pints thru the mail, huh
ima hit my lil brotha like come get these pints off

all my n-ggas real steppers, they don’t like drama
ima real breadwinner, running up these commas
almost cut a n-gga hand, counting all these hunnids
shawty tryna spend the night, ion use condoms
when i hit from the back, sn-tch her weave from her
can’t see thru the shadе, feel like steve wondеr
why you n-ggas always hating cause i’m doing numbers
count it up, stack it up, rack it all summer

woah, what’s the word
i be mixing the sprite with the syrup
with the gang, don’t f-ck with no nerds
down ass b-tch, she bad with them curves
got me trippin, i walk with a lean
smoke so much, can’t see thru the screen
finna wipe up yo b-tch mr. clean
in the room and i’m beating the cheeks
came with no smoke
gas make you choke
almost hit the whip when i drive on the road
shawty f-cked me up while driving the boat
i can’t vibe with that b-tch if she ain’t bringing the dope
gotta white b-tch mad, cause she hitting all the coke
get a pack thru the mail and serve at the store
can’t give out no deals and can’t serve for the low
hit the plug, bring the funds, tryna bring in a load

yeah
swear ian been broke inna minute
ran it all up i been standing on business
at 19 was serving, was running the trenches
was running from cops, i was jumping dem fences
ian doing no rumors, i don’t follow no trends
my brother got caught, gotta watch for ya friends
i was whipping the block and was serving them tens
don’t need no a pass when i walk in events

this that wock talk
sippin on syrup, f-ck around and get lock jaw
love how yo b-tch talk
she gon swallow the kids and let you get ya rocks off
better get yo b-tch dawg
i be pourin so much that you’d think i had wock heart
getting pints thru the mail, huh
ima hit my lil brotha like come get these pints off
hit my lil bro, tell em get in the mode
finna pour up that four gone need me donor
coming from the soul i just wanted sum mo so im spinnin your block i ain’t makin a donut
burning up rubber along with the blunt
nothing but smoke and i smell the aroma
crushing meds with the b-tt of the gun
f-cking they up the way imma stunt
pushing the motor it’s never gone stutter
i bought me another and brought it to brother
strapped with the cutters you might wanna cut it cause all of my n-ggas gonna trifle for money
weaving the wrapped word to adrian broner we leaving em under like it was a mummy
stuck to the floor like a motherf-cking stoner when he get to popping that edible gummy
b-tch i went rogue with the demons i know
summoned up straight from a godd-mn hole
sticking the code when i tote that pole finna hit that l!ck we gone let that blow
no fly zone when i get in my zone like i’m back in the dome
swerve popo with a stack of the blow
with a mac and a bowl i ain’t casting a role
b-tch hold it
thats my d-ck, better stroke it
live in the moment i got motion
keeping the cup up in the coaster
got me coastin
i just be loaded
pushing to this sh-t max
they just be minimal up on they ass
formidable with my force and a mask
n-ggas be pitiful

- kae kapone dp7

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