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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraOk Ok, Pt. 2 (feat. Rooga & Shenseea)
Okay, now they got me wanna rap againHealed up wound and then you stab me in my back again (Uh)You the type to play the joke and try to hide your hand (Uh)Not the type to come around and try to play your friendYou the type to cut the grass and snake your bestest manI'm the type to close the deal and cut my **** inSee me in person, I look like a ghost (Grr)See me in person, I look like a ghost (Baow)You wanna come in and play with the G. O. A. T. (Baow)You wanna come in and play with the G. O. A. T. (God body)All you rap **** sound like me, can't tell who is whoYou got no real identity, can't tell you from youPricе went up (Yeah) , angel invеstor (Yeah)Price went up (Uh) , angel investorOkay, okay, I'm not okay (Not okay)Think you're good, it's not okay (No, they all away)Okay, okay, not okay (I'm not okay)Think you're good, get out the way(Ah, Shenseea)Nuh trust any and any man (Any man)Pree dem man, mi play along (Play along)Watch how dem ah sing mi songSuddenly dem tun ah fanAim with precisionFi number one positionWrite the plan, right my wrongAnd look, now I'm the boss in chargeUsed to talk down 'pon me, now me on topLeft mi inna struggle suh nuh badda come backTek mi fi granted, tek mi fi softAnd if yuh play hardIf yuh let me down, mi nah have nuh food fi give yuh, right? Yuh know mi lock di shop downMi did like when you show luv to mi face, then chat behind mi backNuh trust people, cyaan trust peopleFrom dem eat the fruit, mankind tun evilGet cut off, you will get cut offMi nuh cyar how much memories we have in the pastYuh bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, suh yuh singleMi bruk up wid mi ex, him dead to me, I'm a widowGet cut off, you will get cut offMi nuh cyar how much memories we have in the past (Hmm)Bruk up wid yuh ex, still in love, suh yuh singleMi bruk up wid mi ex, him dead to me, I'm a widow, uhYeah, it's been plenty times you closed the door on meThat **** really show me how much you say you a bro to meShowed you love and you constantly cold-shouldered meBut ain't no goin' back to fixin' up, that's the older me, yeahI'm done with all the fake ****, I had enough of that, yeahI done had too many **** stab me in the back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)They say they with you, but they really puttin' on an actThat's when **** hit the fan and all of a sudden, all the facts showYou gotta chin up and show a **** tough loveLet 'em go without you just to show 'em what it wasWe was so close, you would've thought we was bloodWe got the same pain, we come from the mudI swear this **** make me wanna put my all in it, yeahYou can hear the pain 'cause I put my heart in it, yeahMost of these **** ain't real, they don't wanna see me winnin', noMost of these **** ain't real, they don't wanna see me winnin', noBut it's okay, we gon' be okayOnly show up when we cut the cake (Oh, yeah)Showin' love, but we okay (We okay)Find God 'fore it's too late
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