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Retro4L - WOKKY Lyrics



Retro4L - WOKKY Lyrics
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Uh, I see you been through a lot, baby, what's your life like? Get to the cash, all gas, no brakes, like, like go
Nigga don't think, nigga, just blow. I hit dude BM, but it was on the low
Niggas probably hit my BM, but I never know. It is what it is, cause I put my bitches up on the floor
Lil' bitch get to tweakin', I'm lettin' em go. How the f*ck you want some love, bitch, you been a hoe
As soon as we get the drop, we spinnin' the lo. It's a button on this bitch, he better get low
Add attachments to this bitch is givin' it, grow. She know I wanted to the f*ck is givin' it, show
I don't want no relations, I'm lettin' em know. Slide with that bag, we f*ck up the store
Treat that bag like my feelings, I'm lettin' it go. I don't want no relations, these bitches be wocky
How the f*ck you doin' you, but you still stalkin'? How you stealin' my dick, bitch, when you caught me
Act like you forgave me, bitch, just to taunt me. Love ones leaving my life early
I remember stayin' up in Rockford with Ms. Shirley. I remember stayin' in the Jets, makin' it barley
In and outta homeless shelter, y'all niggas ain't hearing me. I'm an own man, never let a nigga steer me
Just know I love you if I let you come near me. Bitches gettin' into it, cause they don't wanna share me
You ain't gettin' no money, and it's showin' clearly. Like damn
Like where you see yourself five years from now
Boolin on the beach, smokin' out the pound. With a thick-ass bitch, she makin' me smile
Ass so fat, she makin' me growl. If I'm my lil' bitch, I'm clearin' the crowd
This bitch ain't easy, she low on miles. She got a nigga thinkin' bout sayin' his vows
This bitch ain't easy, she low on miles
She got a nigga thinkin' bout sayin' his vows
She got a nigga thinkin' bout sayin' his vows
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Uh, I see you been through a lot, baby, what's your life like? Get to the cash, all gas, no brakes, like, like go
Nigga don't think, nigga, just blow. I hit dude BM, but it was on the low
Niggas probably hit my BM, but I never know. It is what it is, cause I put my bitches up on the floor
Lil' bitch get to tweakin', I'm lettin' em go. How the f*ck you want some love, bitch, you been a hoe
As soon as we get the drop, we spinnin' the lo. It's a button on this bitch, he better get low
Add attachments to this bitch is givin' it, grow. She know I wanted to the f*ck is givin' it, show
I don't want no relations, I'm lettin' em know. Slide with that bag, we f*ck up the store
Treat that bag like my feelings, I'm lettin' it go. I don't want no relations, these bitches be wocky
How the f*ck you doin' you, but you still stalkin'? How you stealin' my dick, bitch, when you caught me
Act like you forgave me, bitch, just to taunt me. Love ones leaving my life early
I remember stayin' up in Rockford with Ms. Shirley. I remember stayin' in the Jets, makin' it barley
In and outta homeless shelter, y'all niggas ain't hearing me. I'm an own man, never let a nigga steer me
Just know I love you if I let you come near me. Bitches gettin' into it, cause they don't wanna share me
You ain't gettin' no money, and it's showin' clearly. Like damn
Like where you see yourself five years from now
Boolin on the beach, smokin' out the pound. With a thick-ass bitch, she makin' me smile
Ass so fat, she makin' me growl. If I'm my lil' bitch, I'm clearin' the crowd
This bitch ain't easy, she low on miles. She got a nigga thinkin' bout sayin' his vows
This bitch ain't easy, she low on miles
She got a nigga thinkin' bout sayin' his vows
She got a nigga thinkin' bout sayin' his vows
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Writer: Robert Jackson
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Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Robert Jackson

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