Ok Alright

Travis Scott, Schoolboy Q1 ก.ย. 2015

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Ok Alright (行,好吧) (Explicit) - Travis Scott/Schoolboy Q

Written by:Kacy Hill/SZA/ScHoolboy

Ya you know we gon' be aight

 

Leaders of the new school

 

They ain't want to let us in but they had to

 

Trav tell 'em what it is

 

Zonaman in the building

 

OK OK OK

 

Already know it's gon' be alright

 

Way we going up we might be all night

OK OK

 

Now we gon' blow like the wind

 

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK OK OK

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never should have never let us niggas in

 

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

 

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK OK

Let's get this sh*t lit poured right

Need my drugs alright

Call my b**ch up she gon' suck this dick four ways

 

Four ways now it's time to pay

Need my money now not tomorrow need that sh*t today

OK OK OK

Now it's bombs away

B**ches kissing b**ches while my niggas serve them candy canes

 

OK OK bouncing on la flame put you up on game

Teach you mix a little how to dab a little

Them b**ches scared them b**ches scare ooh yea

 

OK OK OK

 

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

OK OK

 

Now we gon' blow like the wind

 

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK OK OK

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

 

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK

 

Bottom b**ch say ho

 

Know you on top when the top get floored

 

Crib where the cop won't go

 

Rollie on bling bling neck on ice

Tell a b**ch get right make a ni**a miss that flight

Can a ni**a hit that twice

Should have never let us niggas in

 

Got my first M 2012

 

Now a hundred K in the mail

Free another homie on bail

Money low her p**sy gon' sell

Tryna tell me money ain't sh*t

When you tried to tell me water won't whip

When you tried to say this quarter won't flip

Since snoop who the other rich crip

How groovy get the Pringle man chip

Walk on with a twenty yard clip

Walk on while a real ni**a limp

Black ni**a green grass no golf

So on turn the satellite off from the set

Feel like I died on that cross hang on

 

OK OK OK

 

Already know it's gon' be alright

Way we going up we might be all night

OK OK

 

Now we gon' blow like the wind

 

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK OK

 

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never should have never let us niggas in

 

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

Should have never let us niggas in

OK OK

 

Alright alright alright

 

Balling down the corner

 

Alright alright alright alright

 

Take the long way home

 

Alright alright alright

 

Alright alright

 

Alright alright alright alright

 

Jacques was born April 30 aye

 

Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days

He gon' be alright alright alright alright

 

Momma said her son gon' be a gift

 

Momma said her son gon' be the sh*t

He gon' be alright alright alright alright

 

Momma coming home with different niggas

 

Daddy out there hanging with the killers

Will it be alright alright alright alright

 

Feel like I'mma need me a sip

 

Feel like I'mma need me a b**ch

Make me feel alright alright alright alright

 

There's blood on your face

 

Salt on your skin

 

Your battle is done for now

 

Alright alright alright

 

Now I wanna wanna blow these trees alright

 

Hit another lick and we gon' be alright

 

Alright alright alright alright

 

Now we got this breeze we gon' be alright

 

Hundred all we need we gon' be alright

 

Alright

 

Alright alright

 

Completely available to you

 

Scrape a little off the top

 

Come meet your puddin' pop

 

All night

 

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