Okay Okay Okay - Rob $tone

Yeah okay, okay, okay

It’s 1207 'til the top, boy

Yeah okay, okay, okay

It’s 1207 'til the top, boy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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I hopped up off the block, I had to blow and get away, away

Okay, okay

I give 'em heart attacks but what it say

Your problems gettin' soft, you niggas in my lane, just in my way

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Yeah I count up every fuckin' day

And spend it on my bag, ok?

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

I might spend a couple thousand to put Cartiers up on my face

Who want the fade?

Sick of lil bitches renegades

They throwin' shades

In my business, all up in my space

You bitches lame

All you bitches need is me to blame

I’m gorgeous man

All these bitches really want is change

Okay, okay, okay

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I’ve been plottin' how to get you pussy niggas out the way

You niggas fuckin' shames, I’m wiping little shits away

Okay, okay, okay

I’m runnin' up the price today

She fucked the price up pay

My Uber ticket twice your pay

Okay, okay, okay

I gotta say

I be callin' my old bitch up like «I miss you every day»

No way

She said no fuckin' way, no fuckin' way

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I’m almost ready

I think I’m ready

Okay, okay, okay

Okay, okay, okay

I’m almost ready

I think I’m ready