Ok Alright feat. ScHoolboy Q

歌詞

Ya you know we gon' be aight Leaders of the new school They ain't want to let us in but they had to Trav tell 'em what it is Zonaman in the building Ok, ok, ok Already know it's gon' be alright Way we going up we might be all night Ok, ok Now we gon' blow like the wind Should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok, ok Should have never let us niggas in Should have never, should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok, ok Let's get this shit lit poured right Need my drugs alright Call my bitch up she gon' suck this dick four ways Four ways, now it's time to pay Need my money now, not tomorrow need that shit today Ok, Ok, Ok Now it's bombs away Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve them candy canes Ok, ok, bouncing on La Flame put you up on game Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little Them bitches scared them bitches scareeee-oooh yea Ok, ok, ok Already know it's gon' be alright Way we going up we might be all night Ok, ok Now we gon' blow like the wind Should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok, ok, ok Should have never let us niggas in Should have never, should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok Bottom bitch say ho! Know you on top when the top get floored Crib where the cop won't go Rollie on bling bling, neck on ice Tell a bitch get right, make a nigga miss that flight Can a nigga hit that twice Should have never let us niggas in Got my first M 2012 Now a hundred K in the mail Free another hommie on bail Money low her pussy gon' sell Tryna tell me money ain't shit When you tried to tell me water won't whip When you tried to say this quarter won't flip Since Snoop who the other rich crip How Groovy get the Pringle man chip Walk on with a twenty yard clip Walk on while a real nigga limp Black nigga green grass no golf So on turn the satellite off from the set Feel like I died on that cross hang on Ok, ok, ok Already know it's gon' be alright Way we going up we might be all night Ok, ok Now we gon' blow like the wind Should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok, ok Should have never let us niggas in Should have never, should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Should have never let us niggas in Sh-sh-should have never let us niggas in Ok, ok Alright, alright, alright Balling down the corner Alright, alright, alright, alright Take the long way home Alright, alright, alright Alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Jacques was born April 30 aye Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright Momma said her son gon' be a gift Momma said her son gon' be the shit He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright Momma coming home with different niggas Daddy out there hanging with the killers Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright? Feel like I'mma need me a sip Feel like I'mma need me a bitch Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright There's blood on your face Salt on your skin Your battle is done, for now Alright, alright, alright Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright Hit another lick and we gon' be alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Now we got this breeze we gon' be alright Hundred all we need we gon' be alright Alright Alright, alright Completely available to you Scrape a little off the top Come meet your puddin' pop All night