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[Berner]Bust a couple bandsBlow a 100 fastI just made a hundred off of 50 payWhere them bad Asian bitches holdin down my city at?Where them girls from the A with that pretty face?Round thing, yeah I’m on that loud thangPop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd: dang!Yeah, I’m a stunna, nah, I ain’t Baby thoYoung dude with the lazy flowWatch all these ladies goCrazy when I pull up right beside emI do a buck 30, I’m just into flyingI smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I’m lightingBucket’s full of ice and bottles on fire inside em[Hook]Call em Yoko OnoOnly ride soloMission for the doloOne look in her eyes, she’ll eat you aliveShe’s a man eater, ski mask divaShe might up ‘n leave you, but you can never leave herYou ain’t never had someone, you can never keep herTricking on the next man, he can’t have her either..I Call her Yoko Ono[Chris Brown]Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoesOn vacation steady bakin with Jamaican hoesI got cash boy, I don’t care what you makin ho50 thousand on my wrist: I’m feedin eskimosDamn! Put VA on this shitBuy 100 f-ckin bottles, let em spray in this bitchMy money flow real long, I do relays in this bitchAnd you know I kill songs, it’s Burner, CB & WizAlrighty now, ha, look at me, rose, I’m on nigga15 grand on a what, That’s just my phone, niggaNorthern California, where blunts look like cones, niggaTwo up, two down, make that switch, yeah[Hook]Call em Yoko OnoOnly ride soloMission for the doloOne look in her eyes, she’ll eat you aliveShe’s a man eater, ski mask divaShe might leave you, but you can never leave herYou ain’t never had someone, you can never keep herTricking on the next man, he can’t have her either..Call her Yoko Ono[Wiz Khalifa]Shades on, Polo white TMe leaving here alone? That’s unlikelyNot a stoner bitch, but she like meTryna get that final cut like Spike LeeI jack them hoes, direct them hoesTake ‘em home and let them hoes go live out their fantasiesThey’re popping pills, I’m rolling weedEven got a couple bad bitches overseasOut the back, as ain’t no tags when I’m shoppingAnd my bad filled with options so don’t ask what it costI’m in a Maserati coupe going so fast that I lost ‘emAnd my bitch got so much swag that these bad bitches on usAh! Killing y’all, pow! (dag) get a a coffin[Hook]Call em Yoko OnoOnly ride soloMission for the doloOne look in her eyes, she’ll eat you aliveShe’s a man eater, ski mask divaShe might leave you, but you can never leave herYou ain’t never had someone, you can never keep herTricking on the next man, he can’t have her either..Call her Yoko Ono[Big K.R.I.T]She should like that, kush it up and write backWhen you send her messages talkin’ bout a nightcapShe tell you she like rapYou tell her you might rapShe pretend your shit jammin’, really you quite wackShe just want a nice bag, wrist game, ice packPrada clutch, price tagWhat you spend? twice thatPut her in the game cause you hoping she’ll hype thatSo you can go along, OD, catch a spike thatYou can never wife thatNever ever pipe thatGood enough to make her settle downShe aint like thatPunch a nigga in the mouth, dare a nigga fight backRoll a nigga weed up and ask him where the light at[Hook]Call em Yoko OnoOnly ride soloMission for the doloOne look in her eyes, she’ll eat you aliveShe’s a man eater, ski mask divaShe might leave you, but you can never leave herYou ain’t never had someone, you can never keep herTricking on the next man, he can’t have her either..Call her Yoko Ono
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