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Wockstar Video (MV)




Performed By: Azul
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Azul Cisneros




Azul - Wockstar Lyrics
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Nigga spent his whole day on live like
Nigga spend his whole day on live, oh you iCarly?
Oh you thinking 'bout suicide, have you tried wocky?
Every time a junkie come to buy, they check if the bag rocky
Bitch call me young money, she love how I make the bed rock
Niggas always talk, but they can't walk, shoot his leg off
I could feel the towel when I walk, this Bottega
That bitch ain't good for me at all but she play good
Love a bitch, French tip, hair slayed, pretty face
Fake ass, good brain, ooo I had a good day
My mind Scarface, "I want the world Chico"
Gotta catch a flight for the clubs that we go to
She trying to f*ck me and the guys, love the migos
Need my money long as 6 mile with a mink coat
Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty thousand that's a free throw
Nigga spend his whole day on live, oh you iCarly?
Oh you thinking 'bout suicide, have you tried wocky?
Every time a junkie come to buy, they check if the bag rocky
Bitch call me young money, she love how I make the bed rock
Niggas always talk, but they can't walk, shoot his leg off
I could feel the towel when I walk, this Bottega
That bitch ain't good for me at all but she play good
I don't get anything at all but next day funds,
Nigga took a pic with stash money, boy that's play money
They like "how you wipe a forty ball without his name on it?"
Niggas trying to get in with me, but I f*cked they baby momma
Niggas calling me big bro and got eight years on me
I only fear god, you can't smell the fear on me
Bacarrat, Bond no.9, Creed, what I'm wearing on me
I ain't breaking out off percy's with La Mer on me
I got a cooler and a heater in the steering wheel
Nigga spend his whole day on live, oh you iCarly?
Oh you thinking 'bout suicide, have you tried wocky?
Every time a junkie come to buy, they check if the bag rocky
Bitch call me young money, she love how I make the bed rock
Niggas always talk, but they can't walk, shoot his leg off
I could feel the towel when I walk, this Bottega
That bitch ain't good for me at all but she play good
I don't get anything at all but next day funds,
Nigga took a pic with stash money, boy that's play money
They like "how you wipe a forty ball without his name on it?"
Niggas trying to get in with me, but I f*cked they baby momma
Niggas calling me big bro and got eight years on me
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Nigga spent his whole day on live like
Nigga spend his whole day on live, oh you iCarly?
Oh you thinking 'bout suicide, have you tried wocky?
Every time a junkie come to buy, they check if the bag rocky
Bitch call me young money, she love how I make the bed rock
Niggas always talk, but they can't walk, shoot his leg off
I could feel the towel when I walk, this Bottega
That bitch ain't good for me at all but she play good
Love a bitch, French tip, hair slayed, pretty face
Fake ass, good brain, ooo I had a good day
My mind Scarface, "I want the world Chico"
Gotta catch a flight for the clubs that we go to
She trying to f*ck me and the guys, love the migos
Need my money long as 6 mile with a mink coat
Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty thousand that's a free throw
Nigga spend his whole day on live, oh you iCarly?
Oh you thinking 'bout suicide, have you tried wocky?
Every time a junkie come to buy, they check if the bag rocky
Bitch call me young money, she love how I make the bed rock
Niggas always talk, but they can't walk, shoot his leg off
I could feel the towel when I walk, this Bottega
That bitch ain't good for me at all but she play good
I don't get anything at all but next day funds,
Nigga took a pic with stash money, boy that's play money
They like "how you wipe a forty ball without his name on it?"
Niggas trying to get in with me, but I f*cked they baby momma
Niggas calling me big bro and got eight years on me
I only fear god, you can't smell the fear on me
Bacarrat, Bond no.9, Creed, what I'm wearing on me
I ain't breaking out off percy's with La Mer on me
I got a cooler and a heater in the steering wheel
Nigga spend his whole day on live, oh you iCarly?
Oh you thinking 'bout suicide, have you tried wocky?
Every time a junkie come to buy, they check if the bag rocky
Bitch call me young money, she love how I make the bed rock
Niggas always talk, but they can't walk, shoot his leg off
I could feel the towel when I walk, this Bottega
That bitch ain't good for me at all but she play good
I don't get anything at all but next day funds,
Nigga took a pic with stash money, boy that's play money
They like "how you wipe a forty ball without his name on it?"
Niggas trying to get in with me, but I f*cked they baby momma
Niggas calling me big bro and got eight years on me
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Writer: Azul Cisneros
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