That's OK Songtext

von Joyner Lucas

Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago
London to Morroco
Niggas claim they rich but Im the brokest nigga I know
I just play the Lotto
Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat,
Fuck you problems bitch
Im plottin like a psycho
Bitches call me boppo
I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough
Mercy, mercy on me, with no mercy n laggo
Bitches blow me like a trombone
I got shawties on the side dough thats OK (thats OK)
I get hoes and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK)
Bitch Im broke and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits)
Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal
London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich Im off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo but I aint got no time dough
I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out
Bitch can trip and thats OK
She ain't shit and thats OK (thats OK, that OK)
Oh bitch Im different thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK)
They say he stuntin hard for a nigga with no job YAY
When he get that car get that necklace get them bras YAY
He think he a start sign them posters up and movies shows and late nights at the studios n fuckin all the groupie hoes
Drinkin all the henny gettin faded HAA
I dont drink no vodka but Moscato thats my favourite HAA
Two Mucielagos in my driveway with the baddest chicks
They callin me they daddy pimp and then I woke up mad as shit
Hopped up bout the bedroom to my motherfucking swag on
Supercallaniggaristicespeallamagnum
Double cups and twisted think im trippin bitch n thats OK
Pray for me if thats the case someone go get pastor mase
They say he wild for a nigga with no burner YAY
Man he pretty down for someone we never heard of YAY
Then along came joyner his subordinates dont get heard in YAY
I usually dont get turned up yeah
But this is whademwo
Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago
London to Morroco
Niggas claim they rich but Im the brokest nigga I know
I just play the Lotto
Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat,
Fuck you problems bitch
Im plottin like a psycho
Bitches call me boppo
I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough
Mercy, mercy on me, with no mercy n laggo
Bitches blow me like a trombone
I got shawties on the side dough thats OK (thats OK)
I get hoes and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK)
Bitch Im broke and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits)
Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal
London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich Im off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo but I aint got no time dough
I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out
Bitch can trip and thats OK
She ain't shit and thats OK (thats OK, that OK)
Oh bitch Im different thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK)
They say he pretty fly for a nigga that stay single HAA
All my bitches whack now Im back on kush to mingle HAA
Puffin on them cancer sticks I know it turn you off n shit
But all I do is stress and shit and I cant get the devil offa me (o-offa me)