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wok star - swiff lyrics

(intro)
wokhardt fenix imma wokstar

(verse 1)
i said i just pop a perc now imma sleep up on the flight
a couple bands up in my pocket so my jeans be fitting tight
` all i wanna do is smoke i’m puffing on that dynamite
and they wondеr where i been well i been up in paradisе

stuff it in a big bag molly looking white beige
smoking moon rocks moon walk*in like i’m mike j
and my outfit all grey
rolling up some high grade
mama told me to spend then i made it back the next day
i walk around fresh like i should be
we just got back from the hills we made a movie
she said i could beat that p*ssy up made it a smoothie
flip it on the telly while i sip in the jacuzzi
you already knew me

back then
now turn around and lemme see that f*cking back bend
and when the police come around im like what happened
you been sleeping on them boys then why you always napping?
i turn a bad b*tch to a cougar then a has been

(hook)
acorn wok test a next not
poppin percocets im poppin pills i pop alot
maserati cash finna drive that off the lot
rob that ni**a to his socks we taking everything he got
acorn wok test a next not
poppin percocets im poppin pills i pop alot
maserati cash finna drive that off the lot
rob that ni**a to his socks we taking everything he got
acorn wok test a next not
acorn wok test a next not
acorn wok test a next not
acorn wok test a next not
(verse 2)
right rowdy in the party boy don’t call me buddy
and i done sleighed a couple hoes but know this boy ain’t jolly
coulda made a couple racks but no this boy ain’t signing
i just hopped up off the plane with that supreme beside me

this beverly shopping at the gallery
swiff got money in my pocket like a treasury
why you tryna press me
nike try and check me
never all alone got a b*tch over seas

kd jersey game 3 at the staples
air force ones if they scuff they disable
now i’m in the game i ain’t talking bout playful
smock jacket on heads turn like a table

when i go crazy at the show try not to hit my phone
b*tch i done sold a lot of drugs but never sold my soul
i’m from the north so imma rep it like my heart so cold
and when i show up have the bag i get the bread then go

- swiff lyrics

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