Joyner Lucas - That's OK lyrics

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Joyner Lucas - That's OK lyrics

n***as feel me from Miami to Chicago London to Morroco n***as claim they rich but I'm the brokest n***a I know I just play the lotto Gangstas wanna ride doe With they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, f** your problems b**h I'm plottin like a psycho b**hes call me boppo I like all my p**y with some good head on the side doe Mercy, mercy on me, with no Murciélago b**hes blow me like a trombone I got shawties on the side doe that's OK (that's OK) I get hoes and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK) b**h I'm broke and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s) n***as feel me cuz my team is so colossal London to Morroco Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos She just wants some combo, but I ain't got no time doe I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out b**h could trip and that's OK She ain't sh** and that's OK (thats OK, that's OK) Oh b**h I'm different that's OK (that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s, that's OK) They say he stuntin hard for a n***a with no job ye? When he get that car get that necklace get them broads ye? He think he a star sign them posters up and movies shows and late nights at the studios and f**in all the groupie hoes (g-g-groupie hoes!) Drinkin all the henny gettin faded huh I dont drink no vodka but Moscato thats her favorite huh Two Murciélago's in my driveway with the baddest chicks They callin me they daddy pimp and then I woke up mad as sh** Hopped up bout the bedroom turn my motherf**ing swag on Supercallan***aristices**peallamagnum Double cups and twisted think I'm trippin b**h n that's OK Pray for me if that's the case someone go get pastor mase They say he wild for a n***a with no burner ye? Man he pretty down for someone we never heard of ye? Then along came joyner his subordinates don't get heard in ye I usually don't get turned up yeah But this is [?] n***as feel me from Miami to Chicago London to Morroco n***as claim they rich but I'm the brokest n***a I know I just play the lotto Gangstas wanna ride doe With they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, f** your problems b**h I'm plottin like a psycho b**hes call me boppo I like all my p**y with some good head on the side doe Mercy, mercy on me, with no Murciélago b**hes blow me like a trombone I got shawties on the side doe that's OK (that's OK) I get hoes and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK) b**h I'm broke and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s) n***as feel me cuz my team is so colossal London to Morroco Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos She just wants some combo, but I ain't got no time doe I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out b**h could trip and that's OK She ain't sh** and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK) Oh b**h I'm different that's OK (that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s, that's OK) They say he pretty fly for a n***a that stay single eh? All my b**hes whack now I'm back on christian mingle eh Puffin on them cancer sticks I know it turn you off n sh** But all I do is stress and I can't get the devil offa me (o-offa me) Stomping out the haters with no tims on All my insta crushes wanna keep me in the friend zone Now it's back to hustlin got no cable or no water So I'm selling all the cars I stole I might just sell some bars I wrote I'm from outer space different species of reptilian Supercallan***aristices**peallalien Flying through the atmosphere, cruising on you that's OK Pour some liquor back and pray for all the soldiers pa**ed away They say he made it for a n***a that ain't stopping ye? Made it out the hood ended right back in the projects ye? Wish a n***a would try to get me then I'm plotting Yeah my [?] with flawless stones and diamonds yeah n***as feel me from Miami to Chicago London to Morroco n***as claim they rich but I'm the brokest n***a I know I just play the lotto Gangstas wanna ride doe With they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, f** your problems b**h I'm plottin like a psycho b**hes call me boppo I like all my p**y with some good head on the side doe Mercy, mercy on me, with no Murciélago b**hes blow me like a trombone I got shawties on the side doe that's OK (that's OK) I get hoes and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK) b**h I'm broke and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s) n***as feel me cuz my team is so colossal London to Morroco Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos She just wants some combo, but I ain't got no time doe I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out b**h could trip and that's OK She ain't sh** and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK) Oh b**h I'm different that's OK (that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that sh**s, that sh**s, that's OK)