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Wocky Life
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Fredo Bang
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My voice f**ked up Al Geno on the track Spent a lot of money on wocky, I live a lean life “They only respect f**k n***as, is what it seems like I could look a n***a in the face and tell that he ain’t right Man it been a minute since a n***a had a clean Sprite All my n***as got the green light, my b*t*hes say i'm goated I rock presidential Rollies, n***as in the streets done voted” On my momma, youngest child, but I take care of her like the oldest” They cop the drip and I might drown em’ make them n***as go gеt floaters I'm smoking on exotic-zotic-zotic-zotic-zotic Come shop with mе I got it-got it-got it-got it He died cuz he plotted-plotted-plotted-plotted-plotted I'm flyer than a pilot-pilot-pilot-pilot-pilot sold so much weed that n***a must have grown here I'm too connected cut a b*t*h off like a phone bill TJ was a gangster how he died off the wrong pill? Every n***a wit me got a banger and they gon’ kill Say, n***a I won't damn change, exotic weed this a real strain Sh*t got me higher than a airplane Pour wocky in the cream soda” Standing up, trying not to lean over Spent a lot of money on wocky, I live a lean life They only respect f**k n***as, is what it seems like I could look a n***a in the face and tell that he ain’t right Man it been a minute since a n***a had a clean Sprite All my n***as got the green light, my b*t*hes say i'm goated I rock presidential Rollies, n***as in the streets done voted On my momma, youngest child, but I take care of her like the oldest They cop the drip and I might drown em’ make them n***as go get floaters Ay, mm, I slip out them trenches with them 38s I was packing revolvers before they ever claimed a 38 They still judging off my [?] I been playing cool, but n***as know how to play, I come with cars you faint “Oh you ain't never felt a slug huh? He got a pistol in this b*t*h now he a thug huh? All them gangs up on the net [?] Last n***a spoke on G that n***a still, still Spent a lot of money on guns, I live a real life Gotta killer city, they keep playing that's what it seem like Walking out that door without that pistol, that don't feel right Smelt that gunpowder, ever since I never been right Spent a lot of money on wocky, I live a lean life They only respect f**k n***as, is what it seems like I could look a n***a in the face and tell that he ain’t right Man it been a minute since a n***a had a clean Sprite All my n***as got the green light, my b*t*hes say i'm goated I rock presidential Rollies, n***as in the streets done voted On my momma, youngest child, but I take care of her like the oldest They cop the drip and I might drown em’ make them n***as go get floaters I'm smoking on exotic-zotic-zotic-zotic-zotic Come shop with me I got it-got it-got it-got it He died cuz he plotted-plotted-plotted-plotted-plotted I'm flyer than a pilot-pilot-pilot-pilot-pilot Yeah, yeah
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