- Ok Alright (feat. ScHoolboy Q) 歌詞 Travis Scott ScHoolboy Q
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- ScHoolboy Q Ok Alright (feat. ScHoolboy Q) 歌詞
- Travis Scott ScHoolboy Q
- Ya you know we gon be aight
Leaders of the new school
They aint want to let us in but they had to
Trav tell em what it is
Zonaman in the building
♪
Ok, ok, ok
Already know its gon be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Ok, ok
Now we gon blow like the wind
Should have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok
Should have never let us niggas in
Should have never, should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh -sh-should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok
Lets get this shit lit poured right
Need my drugs alright
Call my bitch up she gon suck this dick four ways
Four ways, now its time to pay
Need my money now, not tomorrow need that shit today
Ok, Ok, Ok
Now its bombs away
Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve them candy canes
Ok, ok, bouncing on La Flame put you up on game
Teach you mix a little , how to dab a little
Them bitches scared them bitches scareeee-oooh yea
Ok, ok, ok
Already know its gon be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Ok, ok
Now we gon blow like the wind
Should have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Should have never let us niggas in
Should have never, should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok
Bottom bitch say ho!
Know you on top when the top get floored
Crib where the cop wont go
Rollie on bling bling, neck on ice
Tell a bitch get right make a nigga miss that flight
Can a nigga hit that twice
Should have never let us niggas in
Got my first M 2012
Now a hundred K in the mail
Free another hommie on bail
Money low her pussy gon sell
Tryna tell me money aint shit
When you tried to tell me water wont whip
When you tried to say this quarter wont flip
Since Snoop who the other rich crip
How Groovy get the Pringle man chip
Walk on with a twenty yard clip
Walk on while a real nigga limp
Black nigga green grass no golf
So on turn the satellite off from the set
Feel like I died on that cross hang on
Ok, ok, ok
Already know its gon be alright
Way we going up we might be all night
Ok, ok
Now we gon blow like the wind
Should have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok, ok
Should have never let us niggas in
Should have never, should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in
Should have never let us niggas in
Sh-sh- should have never let us niggas in
Ok, ok
♪
Alright, alright, alright
Balling down the corner
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Take the long way home
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Jacques was born April 30 aye
Doctor said he wont be home in thirty days
He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
Momma said her son gon be a gift
Momma said her son gon be the shit
He gon be alright, alright, alright, alright
Momma coming home with different niggas
Daddy out there hanging with the killers
Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright?
Feel like Imma need me a sip
Feel like Imma need me a bitch
Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright
Theres blood on your face
Salt on your skin
Your battle is done, for now
Alright, alright, alright
Now I wanna blow these trees alright
Hit another lick and we gon be alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Now we got this breeze we gon be alright
Hundred all we need we gon be alright
Alright
Alright, alright
♪
Completely available to you
Scrape a little off the top
Come meet your puddin pop
All night
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