That’s OK Lyrics – Joyner Lucas

That’s OK Lyrics by Joyner Lucas

n#gg#s feel me from Miami to Chicago
London to Morroco
n#gg#s claim they rich but I’m the brokest n#gg# I know
I just play the lotto

Gangstas wanna ride doe
With they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, f#ck your problems b#tch
I’m plottin like a psycho
b#tches call me boppo

I like all my p#ss# with some good head on the side doe
Mercy, mercy on me, with no Murciélago
b#tches blow me like a trombone
I got shawties on the side doe that’s OK (that’s OK)

I get hoes and that’s OK (that’s OK, that’s OK)
b#tch I’m broke and that’s OK
(that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts, that’s OK, that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts)
n#gg#s feel me cuz my team is so colossal

London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich I’m off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo, but I ain’t got no time doe
I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out

b#tch could trip and that’s OK
She ain’t sh#t and that’s OK (thats OK, that’s OK)
Oh b#tch I’m different that’s OK
(that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts, that’s OK, that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts, that’s OK)

They say he stuntin hard for a n#gg# with no job ye?
When he get that car get that necklace get them broads ye?
He think he a star sign them posters up and movies shows and late nights at the studios
And f#ckin all the groupie hoes (g-g-groupie hoes!)

Drinkin all the henny gettin faded huh
I dont drink no vodka but Moscato thats her favorite huh
Two Murciélago’s in my driveway with the baddest chicks
They callin me they daddy pimp and then I woke up mad as sh#t

Hopped up bout the bedroom turn my motherf#cking swag on
Supercallan#gg#risticesexpeallamagnum
Double cups and twisted think I’m trippin b#tch n that’s OK
Pray for me if that’s the case someone go get pastor mase

They say he wild for a n#gg# with no burner ye?
Man he pretty down for someone we never heard of ye?
Then along came joyner his subordinates don’t get heard in ye
I usually don’t get turned up yeah

But this is [?]
n#gg#s feel me from Miami to Chicago
London to Morroco
n#gg#s claim they rich but I’m the brokest n#gg# I know

I just play the lotto
Gangstas wanna ride doe
With they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, f#ck your problems b#tch
I’m plottin like a psycho

b#tches call me boppo
I like all my p#ss# with some good head on the side doe
Mercy, mercy on me, with no Murciélago
b#tches blow me like a trombone

I got shawties on the side doe that’s OK (that’s OK)
I get hoes and that’s OK (that’s OK, that’s OK)
b#tch I’m broke and that’s OK
(that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts, that’s OK, that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts)

n#gg#s feel me cuz my team is so colossal
London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich I’m off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo, but I ain’t got no time doe

I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out
b#tch could trip and that’s OK
She ain’t sh#t and that’s OK (that’s OK, that’s OK)
Oh b#tch I’m different that’s OK

(that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts, that’s OK, that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts, that’s OK)
They say he pretty fly for a n#gg# that stay single eh?
All my b#tches whack now I’m back on christian mingle eh
Puffin on them cancer sticks I know it turn you off n sh#t

But all I do is stress and I can’t get the devil offa me (o-offa me)
Stomping out the haters with no tims on
All my insta crushes wanna keep me in the friend zone
Now it’s back to hustlin got no cable or no water

So I’m selling all the cars I stole I might just sell some bars I wrote
I’m from outer space different species of reptilian
Supercallan#gg#risticesexpeallalien
Flying through the atmosphere, cruising on you that’s OK

Pour some liquor back and pray for all the soldiers passed away
They say he made it for a n#gg# that ain’t stopping ye?
Made it out the hood ended right back in the projects ye?
Wish a n#gg# would try to get me then I’m plotting

Yeah my [?] with flawless stones and diamonds yeah
n#gg#s feel me from Miami to Chicago
London to Morroco
n#gg#s claim they rich but I’m the brokest n#gg# I know

I just play the lotto
Gangstas wanna ride doe
With they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, f#ck your problems b#tch
I’m plottin like a psycho

b#tches call me boppo
I like all my p#ss# with some good head on the side doe
Mercy, mercy on me, with no Murciélago
b#tches blow me like a trombone

I got shawties on the side doe that’s OK (that’s OK)
I get hoes and that’s OK (that’s OK, that’s OK)
b#tch I’m broke and that’s OK
(that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts, that’s OK, that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts)

n#gg#s feel me cuz my team is so colossal
London to Morroco
Soon as I get rich I’m off to mexico for tacos
She just wants some combo, but I ain’t got no time doe

I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out
b#tch could trip and that’s OK
She ain’t sh#t and that’s OK (that’s OK, that’s OK)
Oh b#tch I’m different that’s OK

(that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts, that’s OK, that’s OK, that’s OK, that sh#ts, that sh#ts, that’s OK)
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Joyner Lucas Lyrics – That’s OK

Joyner Lucas

That’s OK