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b ok :) (original) - yuke lyrics

[intro]
freestyle all my music, swear i don’t ever write
this gelato got me gassed up, touchin’ new heights
i’ma really send the goons to his crib, i ain’t gon’ fight
(we gon’ be okay, told her be okay)
(we gon’ be okay, aye, told her be—, aye)
(told her we gon’, what?)
(told her, what?)

[chorus]
told her we gon’ be okay, we gon’ be alright
i’ve been on that gas, pourin’ syrup in this sprite
baby we can only one night, i can’t wife
tell me please—
told my n*ggas that i got it, gas we tryna light
scoop yo’ ho and take hеr to my crib, she get me right
swеar i hate these groupie hoes, b*tch she get me tight
i don’t really f*ck wit’ hoes, money what i like

[verse 1]
slide up to a p*ssy n*gga crib if he tight
i know i’m doin’ sum’ right if n*ggas always bite
i’ma really send the goons to his crib, i ain’t gon’ fight
nah, i ain’t got no time for that
told him, he should cop more than a [?] bag
gold*digging ass hoes, these b*tches down bad
rest in p*ss to that n*gga, he went out bad
n*ggas really be some feds like that n*gga vlad, d*mn
[chorus]
told her we gon’ be okay, we gon’ be alright
i’ve been on that gas, pourin’ syrup in this sprite
baby we can only one night, i can’t wife
tell me please—
told my n*ggas that i got it, gas we tryna light
scoop yo’ ho and take her to my crib, she get me right
swear i hate these groupie hoes, b*tch she get me tight
i don’t really f*ck wit’ hoes, money what i like

[verse 2]
freestyle all my music, i don’t ever write
this gelato got me gassed up, touchin’ new heights
i’ma really send the goons to his crib, i ain’t gon’ fight

[outro]
(we gon’ be okay, told her, pssh, pssh)
(we gon’ be okay, aye, told her, wah)
(told her we gon’, what?)

- yuke lyrics

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