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lirik lagu 03 goat – cezar wok

[intro]
wok
h*ha*ha
ayo vhig, go crazy on this motherf*cker

[chorus]
oh*no*no*no
i think my nig caught feelings for a hoe (for a hoe)
shawty not bad, she just wanna chase dough
they ain’t kick the cup ’cause they care ’bout hoes
you didn’t see what’s up ’cause we carry dracos
baby girl, yo’ n*gga got the same ol’ flow
we from the woods where the paper come from
i know you now yo’ n*gga unknown (unknown)
heard she wanna f*ck with the wok, i know (i know)
took a xanny pill, now she movin’ real slow (real slow)
flyin’ on a jet, now i’m cruisin’ on a boat (on a boat)
you coolin’ with a fan, bro i’m coolin’ with yo’ hoe
i put it on for my city, it’s just me and yung paolo
try to take it as a joke and i’m bustin’ up yo’ throat
lately i’ve been with myself, tryna find some more
i was born in ’03 man, i’m a real goat (i’m a real goat)

[verse]
they don’t rеally walk, all these n*ggas under twittеr
i just got two hoes cause i’m bored of bein’ singles
i’m payin’ for dinner ’cause it’s vv’s in my freezer (vv’s)
my pockets on fat just like peter, whoa (griffin)
put that m4 to his neck and i’m hittin’ his b*tch from the back in a cadillac (yeah)
tottin’ the drum, ain’t worry ’bout sh*t ’cause i gotta chase bands
nothin’ of that twitter talk, yeah
in the flare (on the set, fah*fah*fah)
i got money everywhere (yeah)
f*ck it, i’ma drop another thousand on a fendi bag (uh)
i just want a real f*cking check, not instagram
don’t punch me, i keep a gun, that’s a fn
these bullets real hot like the sun when i’m in the flare
these n*ggas ain’t real, they gon’ hide when i’m steppin’ in
steppin’ in, steppin’ in, i really turned this bread into baguettes
i’m on the west coast, i’m on the east coast
i took yo’ b*tch bra and put a couple pesos
i’m with a black hoe, i’m with a white hoe
race doesn’t matter, it’s just about love bro
i hit a l!ck, then i’m l!ckin’ a backwood (ah*ah*uh)
i gotta link with that b*tch, she so mindful
yeah, she look like my type
(uh, she look like she want to)
i take the blunt to my face and it’s purple haze
ain’t no case, i hit my lawyer, he wrap it like taco bell
in the six, doin’ donuts, f*ck insta fame
n*gga, we put on that pressure on anything (prra, prra!)
bet that 40 gon’ make you just run away
if i jump on yo’ b*tch, then she jump on me
if i’m takin’ yo’ b*tch, then i pay no fee (nah!)
’cause that b*tch was a fan, she wanted me
[chorus]
oh*no*no*no
i think my nig caught feelings for a hoe (for a hoe)
shawty not bad, she just wanna chase dough
they ain’t kick the cup ’cause they care ’bout hoes
you didn’t see what’s up ’cause we carry dracos
baby girl, yo’ n*gga got the same ol’ flow
we from the woods where the paper come from
i know you now yo’ n*gga unknown (unknown)
heard she wanna f*ck with the wok, i know (i know)
took a xanny pill, now she movin’ real slow (real slow)
flyin’ on a jet, now i’m cruisin’ on a boat (on a boat)
you coolin’ with a fan, bro i’m coolin’ with yo’ hoe
i put it on for my city, it’s just me and yung paolo
try to take it as a joke and i’m bustin’ up yo’ throat
lately i’ve been with myself, tryna find some more
i was born in ’03 man, i’m a real goat (i’m a real goat)

- cezar wok

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