Like Shaq - Cook LaFlare

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Yeah, uh

JTK

None of that broke shit, ho ass boy

Yeah, yeah

She said, «But you’re tall like Shaq, you should ball like Shaq»

I told her I don’t ball on the court, but every night I score

These bitches wan' have intercourse, of course

I hop in a 'Rari, they love the course

Juggin' finessin, the shit I endorse

I been gettin' racks since I hopped off the porch

Ski, ice on ski

So them hoes gon' choose me

Shut your block down, Frank Skis

Think I almost OD-ed, off that codeine

Nigga think of harmin' me, but the next day he won’t see

Hop in that foreign thing, wrist stay quarantined

All this juggin', feel like I won championships, but I done won more than a ring

Hit you with more than a beam, I feel like more than a king

I told her I want it forever with shawty but this bitch want more than a ring

Bitch want foreign things, bitch wanna be the king

How this bitch got an ego that’s bigger than mine, but I’m the one puttin' this

on the line?

Demons on me, they followin' me

I got down on my knees and prayed to God, watch over me

'Cause I ain’t just juggin' for me

Everybody want somethin' from me

My cousin, my sister, my brother, my aunts, they constantly callin', in need

Only one of my junkies OD-ed, right for the sneaks

I’m a beast on E, jugg

She said, «But you’re tall like Shaq, you should ball like Shaq»

I told her I don’t ball on the court, but every night I score

These bitches wan' have intercourse, of course

I hop in a 'Rari, they love the course

Juggin' finessin, the shit I endorse

I been gettin' racks since I hopped off the porch

Ski, ice on ski

So them hoes gon' choose me

Shut your block down, Frank Skis

Think I almost OD-ed, off that codeine

Nigga think of harmin' me, but the next day he won’t see

Sometimes I think I’m too honest

Got couple bros that’s in bondage

We come from no money, Wakanda

They catch us then turn us to convicts

'Member days, we was dodgin' them Crown Vics

We was kickin' them doors for them pound licks

We come up on some racks, don’t announce it

'Cause the real mob move in silence

I was pullin' them strings like a violen

I don’t wear no shades, I’m not hidin'

I need somethin' foreign to ride in

Hard to smile when your niggas is dyin'

These bitches’ll steal from they own kin

These niggas forsakin' they own kids

I know how grimy it’s gon' get

I know how slimy it’s gon' get

VVS’s 'bout icy as it can get

New Patek, this 'bout pricy as it can get

I treat my brother kids like my kids

I treat my mother kids like my kids

I’m the head of the family tree

They need somethin', they gon' ask me

We gon' proceed to get proceeds, jugg

She said, «But you’re tall like Shaq, you should ball like Shaq»

I told her I don’t ball on the court, but every night I score

These bitches wan' have intercourse, of course

I hop in a 'Rari, they love the course

Juggin' finessin, the shit I endorse

I been gettin' racks since I hopped off the porch

Ski, ice on ski

So them hoes gon' choose me

Shut your block down, Frank Skis

Think I almost OD-ed, off that codeine

Nigga think of harmin' me, but the next day he won’t see, jugg