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Lyric Flowsik - Ok Ok
Romanization
Ay ay ay ok ok Ay ay ay ok ok
I'm on that shit K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch yuh yuh Seven feet tall on my racks I give to church and I write off my tax damn I say periodt just to hit your bitch she begging me just for a lick taste the way I deliver grade A always on top of my game ok ok ay ay ay ok ok ay ay ay
everybody fronting on me, what you don't think I got ears on the streets? these BMs acting like Gs jangma season I'm ready for the heat haters want beef haters want beef haeundae tanning I'll catch you on the beach six feet deep you will not see my fist is a lullaby put you to sleep too many baems in my jandi these sméagols be kissing my banji you mad mad cause you not me bitch you just a carbon copy ride for my dogs dangyeonhi but you ain't a dog you a gangaji nallari sseureppa ssadaegi damn man I'm surrounded by ppagaris
I'm on that shit K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch yuh yuh Seven feet tall on my racks I give to church and I write off my tax damn I say periodt just to hit your bitch she begging me just for a lick taste the way I deliver grade A always on top of my game ok ok ay ay ay ok ok ay ay ay ok ok
nice with the fish and I bait 'em you meeting your maker if I don't catch you tonight then I'm catching you later flame broil I turn you to vapors the kitchen is hot cooking this shit gon' get messy you bring out the mops top of the menu my custies I'm serving them ops got a vice tight grip when I grab that stick and I'm stirring up the pots be a man let's get it you and me holes in your Louis V huh huh huh take two of these tell your boy prepare your eulogy take it to the concrete nah shit ain't new to me
suljaris flippin daegaris hittin no I ain't missing yeah I'm religious but don't get it twisted I ain't no licorice lowkey I'm vicious put on my gloves and I'm handling business
caliper I slide I grease 'em take you to the chop shop tear you to pieces smack your grill and I'm leaving you speechless uh uh better work on your defense I am the teacher I don't need rest man I don't need breathers ay ay I don't need a visa to go to your country and bring you that Aether
frr frr ay ay ay (ok ok)
I'm on that shit K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch yuh yuh Seven feet tall on my racks I give to church and I write off my tax damn I say periodt just to hit your bitch she begging me just for a lick taste the way I deliver grade A always on top of my game ok ok ay ay ay ok ok ay ay ay ok ok
Hangeul
Ay ay ay ok ok
Ay ay ay ok ok
I'm on that shit
K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch
yuh yuh
Seven feet tall on my racks
I give to church and I write off my tax
damn
I say periodt just to hit
your bitch she begging me just for a lick
taste
the way I deliver grade A
always on top of my game
ok ok
ay ay ay
ok ok
ay ay ay
everybody fronting on me,
what you don't think I got ears on the streets?
these BMs acting like Gs
장마 season I'm ready for the heat
haters want beef haters want beef 해운대 tanning
I'll catch you on the beach
six feet deep
you will not see
my fist is a lullaby put you to sleep
too many 뱀s in my 잔디
these sméagols be kissing my 반지
you mad mad cause you not me
bitch you just a carbon copy
ride for my dogs 당연히
but you ain't a dog you a 강아지
날라리 쓰레빠 싸대기
damn man I'm surrounded by 빠가리s
I'm on that shit
K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch
yuh yuh
Seven feet tall on my racks
I give to church and I write off my tax
damn
I say periodt just to hit
your bitch she begging me just for a lick
taste
the way I deliver grade A
always on top of my game
ok ok
ay ay ay
ok ok
ay ay ay
ok ok
nice with the fish and I bait 'em
you meeting your maker
if I don't catch you tonight
then I'm catching you later
flame broil I turn you to vapors
the kitchen is hot
cooking this shit gon' get messy
you bring out the mops
top of the menu my custies
I'm serving them ops got a vice tight grip
when I grab that stick and I'm stirring up the pots
be a man let's get it you and me
holes in your Louis V huh huh huh
take two of these
tell your boy prepare your eulogy
take it to the concrete nah shit ain't new to me
술자리s flippin
대가리s hittin
no I ain't missing
yeah I'm religious
but don't get it twisted
I ain't no licorice
lowkey I'm vicious
put on my gloves and I'm handling business
caliper I slide I grease 'em
take you to the chop shop tear you to pieces
smack your grill
and I'm leaving you speechless uh uh
better work on your defense
I am the teacher I don't need rest man
I don't need breathers ay ay
I don't need a visa to go to your country
and bring you that Aether
frr frr
ay ay ay
(ok ok)
I'm on that shit
K7 coupe and I'm flooring that bitch
yuh yuh
Seven feet tall on my racks
I give to church and I write off my tax
damn
I say periodt just to hit
your bitch she begging me just for a lick
taste
the way I deliver grade A
always on top of my game
ok ok
ay ay ay
ok ok
ay ay ay
ok ok