Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's OK, artist - Joyner Lucas. Album song Along Came Joyner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dead Silence
Song language: English
That's OK |
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) |