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letra de ok cool - quin nfn

[intro]
run that back, khi
hold on, it’s october 10th, my n-ggas get out the bar, n-gga
ain’t no more free dub, ain’t no more free lil’ head, n-gga
ayy, ayy, gang, ayy, ayy, baow, baow, baow, baow
hold on, gang, ayy, gang, hold on, ayy

[chorus]
hold on, hold on, hold on
okay, cool, we finna get him, gang
he flexin’ too hard, we gon’ flip him
keep throwin’ c’s and thinkin’ he crippin’
pull out the glock with it down like a nipple
try to come ’round, then get shot, it’s that simple
whole lotta facts in my songs when you hear ’em
they don’t want no smoke, they just want me to fear ’em

[verse 1]
slide the door back on that minivan
push a b-tton and we spin like a ceiling fan
you ain’t tryna get active, quit b-tchin’ in
michael jackson this ratchet, this semi dance
we hit this strap with a tool or piece
like, “fah, fah, fah, fah,” this gang sh-t
i bring the backend like i’m saint nick
we gon’ get on his -ss, make him change cliques
he don’t think with his head, get his brain split
on the road, no caboose on some train sh-t
lotta ice on my wrist like i sprained it
treat the beef like a car, we just crank sh-t
i like internet beefin’ and lame sh-t
that’s the quickest way we do the foolery
she gon’ f-ck ’cause i’m fly with my jewelry
beat his -ss, now them hoes talkin’ suin’ me

[chorus]
hold on, hold on, hold on, gang
okay, cool, we finna get him, gang
he flexin’ too hard, we gon’ flip him
keep throwin’ c’s and thinkin’ he crippin’
pull out the glock with it down like a nipple
try to come ’round, then get shot, it’s that simple
whole lotta facts in my songs when you hear ’em
they don’t want no smoke, they just want me to fear ’em

[verse 2]
hold on, baow, baow, okay, cool
he want some smoke, jump in his pool, i bet he won’t float
she givin’ noggin, she finna choke
diamonds, they water, they came with some salt
geek in my city, get pulled like a rope
play with the gang, you gon’ get what you want
she popped the perc’ and the d-ck on the floor
i hit the road with them steppers with me
with a whole lot of hoes and berettas with me
got a glock .45, the big fellow with me
on these heels like i got cinderella with me
we done went to his show, it was h-lla empty
they don’t play ’cause they know we get h-lla busy
if you shoot, i’m hit, boy, you better hear me
i got aim, i won’t miss with this yellow glizzy

[outro]
okay, cool, we finna get him
uh, play ’round with us and we zip him
uh, they know i’m official
uh, aim at the slime on the pimple
uh, she give me face, dimple
uh, hop out the sauna like i’m emma
play with the gang and get popped like a pimple, hold up, gang

- quin nfn

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