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SuburbanTrapGod - Wockie Lyrics



SuburbanTrapGod - Wockie Lyrics




I'm sippin wockie out the bottle sell you Robitussin
My brutha slimy as hell i told you not to trust him
Rolex bust down diamond this a one of one custom
Floatin off a bean rolling up that pressure
She fillin up them jeans baby girl there that pressure
We been havin why they saying now that we next up
Sniper gang twenty shots hit em from the neck up
We don't set bang we send shots if it's like dat
My shooter kyle korver he wet you up with the curry
Leave the block bleedin then disappear nick fury
These designer jeans im steppin out in amiri
Walk in any hood the f*ck need security
This big ol forty cal go
Boaw Boaw Boaw Boaw Boaw Boaw
His family hurtin hope it's worth them lil bands he owed
Reap what you sow
IG dissin im at his doe
Up the pole swang ya pole
We don't fed talk ion know
You his mans well you a hoe
Makin bands off all my shows Drank an oxy im moving slow
Trap rollin im servin bows
Diamonds dance my necklace froze
Hunnit cash ridin round in the rollz

I'm sippin wockie out the bottle sell you Robitussin
My brutha slimy as hell i told you not to trust him
Rolex bust down diamond this a one of one custom
Floatin off a bean rolling up that pressure
She fillin up them jeans baby girl there that pressure
We been havin why they saying now that we next up
Sniper gang twenty shots hit em from the neck up
We don't set bang we send shots if it's like dat
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I'm sippin wockie out the bottle sell you Robitussin
My brutha slimy as hell i told you not to trust him
Rolex bust down diamond this a one of one custom
Floatin off a bean rolling up that pressure
She fillin up them jeans baby girl there that pressure
We been havin why they saying now that we next up
Sniper gang twenty shots hit em from the neck up
We don't set bang we send shots if it's like dat
My shooter kyle korver he wet you up with the curry
Leave the block bleedin then disappear nick fury
These designer jeans im steppin out in amiri
Walk in any hood the f*ck need security
This big ol forty cal go
Boaw Boaw Boaw Boaw Boaw Boaw
His family hurtin hope it's worth them lil bands he owed
Reap what you sow
IG dissin im at his doe
Up the pole swang ya pole
We don't fed talk ion know
You his mans well you a hoe
Makin bands off all my shows Drank an oxy im moving slow
Trap rollin im servin bows
Diamonds dance my necklace froze
Hunnit cash ridin round in the rollz

I'm sippin wockie out the bottle sell you Robitussin
My brutha slimy as hell i told you not to trust him
Rolex bust down diamond this a one of one custom
Floatin off a bean rolling up that pressure
She fillin up them jeans baby girl there that pressure
We been havin why they saying now that we next up
Sniper gang twenty shots hit em from the neck up
We don't set bang we send shots if it's like dat
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Writer: Daniel Herring
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: SuburbanTrapGod
Language: English
Length: 1:48
Written by: Daniel Herring

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