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letra de okay - nj amir

[intro: nohoesnowifi]
i think we gotta banger no cap

[chorus: nohoesnowifi]
d-mn she wanna party with a rock star baby gone head and pull up and ride
i don’t wanna f-ck you hoes you know i don’t reside
she see me wit bag and like the way my ferragamo glide
i got these hoes in the bentley you know i can’t function right
p-ssy k!lls n-gga get that bag
when n-ggas hating you doing something right
but n-ggas hungry so just watch your back
don’t get caught lacking cause you will be mad

[verse 1: nohoesnowifi]
none of my cases went federal
ed eddy no antidote
i get so high, off of this edible
man i feel like i can fly, i feel like pluto
baby i go in i’m not tired
i’m on a new level aye
baby girl come over and sit down and ride
sit on this lambo
thumb in the booty i win i beat that p-ssy up like i’m rambo
my money is grand old
going places you can’t go
i’m feeling my self hoe
i’m playing these hoes like pianos

[verse 2: nj amir]
ok, crackers gon hate me like oj
broke n-gga can’t put me on i’ma rollie
heard dat b-tch turn up my song in da toll lane
thought i was vegan in love with the romaine
double decker triple cheddar baby make the teller jelly change the weather maybe make it rain
no not from jersey, got duped by the name
they put drakes on his neck, issa ovo chain
den mark dem n-ggas up, ain’t talking dane
he got hittas up, too late ta let drakey sang
i’m trend setter, n-ggas adopted my slang
dior the sweater ain’t come with no stain
b-tch we just met, i just hopped off the plane
gotta watch how u step in these shoes, they balmain
i ain’t got time to lose, i gotta millies to gain
wait a hunnid more years, ’till they release the gang

[verse 3: nohoesnowifi]
i’m counting a mil
i’m stacking my chips up
i am that man when i look in the mirror
hotel vibes, we living expensive
baby don’t cry, i know that you miss em
hoe don’t lie you, f-ck with the vibes, i’m eating her fries, i live in a villa
i tint out my rides, i rub on her thighs
my b-tches be dark just like my chicken
i got a bad b-tch with me, you know she just waiting on the plane to land
i got that b-tch to ride, ride like a motherf-ckin’ bike
hoe wanna motherf-ckin’ lie, skeet in her motherf-ckin’ eye
can’t cuff no hoe, lil b-tch you know i like to f-cking flirt
the way she ride my d-ck, i had to buy that b-tch a purse
a brand new purse, ’cause that b-tch gone f-ck for the night

- nj amir

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