lirik lagu wokstar – lonely shroom
[intro]
(drank)
(woah)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (drank)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (juice)
look at the dirt in my cup (lean)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (drank)
[chorus]
sippin’ on wok with the stars (sauce)
look at the dirt in my cup (dirty)
i keep my pistol tucked (bow)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (dirty)
look at the dirt in my cup (gas)
i keep my pistol tucked (glaa)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (sauce)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (lean)
look at the dirt in my cup (dirty)
i keep my pistol tucked (bow)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (wok)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (drank)
[verse 1]
sippin’ on lean it got me faded
i feel like i’m in the matrix (matrix)
wok in that ho
sip on that lean like a patient (lean)
shorty gon suck me off when i get famous
jump in the whip
i’m driving real dangerous
pop the seal right of the drank (drank)
i dropped thirty racks in the bank
smoking on dope yeah the stank
the doctor won’t refill my drank
call up the plug and he bring anything (whatever)
that lil n-gga he broke he a stain
don’t call me back when you see my pull up in a rafe
smoking on dope but somehow i still feel all the pain
do she want me or my money or want all the fame?
[chorus]
sippin’ on wok with the stars (sauce)
look at the dirt in my cup (dirty)
i keep my pistol tucked (bow)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (dirty)
look at the dirt in my cup (gas)
i keep my pistol tucked (glaa)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (sauce)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (lean)
look at the dirt in my cup (dirty)
i keep my pistol tucked (bow)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (wok)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (drank)
[verse 2]
i want the world in my hands
imma go get all the bands (woah)
i got some hoes in j-pan
count dirty money when i’m in the benz (benz)
flexin’ on them cause they said that i can’t
walk in the bank and i’m dropping like ten
you not my brother we not shaking hands
when you get money they want to be friends
i don’t got time to be playing pretend
i’m making money and ducking the feds
you the type n-gga to tell on your mans
i’m the type n-gga don’t got any friends
shipping the pack i know im making mad (haha)
i’m making money way more than your dad
look at me flex now i’m doing the dash
i made ten racks off of shipping the pack
look at me flex now i’m doing the dash
i made ten racks off of shipping the pack
if i get money i’m blowing a rack
if i get fronted i’m bringing it back
[chorus]
sippin’ on wok with the stars (sauce)
look at the dirt in my cup (dirty)
i keep my pistol tucked (bow)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (dirty)
look at the dirt in my cup (gas)
i keep my pistol tucked (glaa)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (sauce)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (lean)
look at the dirt in my cup (dirty)
i keep my pistol tucked (bow)
sippin’ on wok with the stars (wok)
sippin’ on wok with the stars
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