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Amore Producer - Okay Lyrics

[Intro: koll & Producer Tags]
Hmm (amore!)
Huh, huh (Ayo rann0, this shit hard!)
Uh huh huh
Aye, come on!

[Hook: koll]
Yeah, I’m coolin’ with twin, my gang
Smokin’ za, we doin’ our thing
Got the blicky on me, let it bang
Know what I’m sayin’?
Had to run up the bands, Usain
Nigga pull up, I’m takin’ yo’ chain
Told her slide and give me the brain
He wan’ talk, I’ll turn him to a stain
I had to go run it up, okay
I ain’t sippin’ out that cup, no way
Pull out my twin and it’s stuck, okay (Okay)
Hey, pull up in a Trackhawk truck, okay
Already know that it’s tucked, okay
Shorty pull up, wanna fuck, okay (Okay)

[Verse: sWayve]
Shorty pull up, wanna fuck, okay
Keep the carts on me, talkin’ 3DS
Bitch I keep it tucked, okay (Keep it tucked, tucked, tucked)
Gotta keep runnin’ up, okay (Run it up, run it up)
Got me some money, now these bitches wanna talk all day (Hey, talk to me)
How they talk all day (Yeah, aye)
But I can’t find a single reason just to coast by
Me and rann0 got us a couple of spies
Doin’ same shit that’s gon’ be my dеmise
Fuck a evil bitch, she got rеd in her eyes
Don’t sip on no lean, I’m not pourin’ no Sprite
You a Happy Meal that came with some fries
Found a bad thing, gon’ make her my bride
Keep on goin’ through every day of my life
Honda Odyssey, the doors slide to the side
Takin’ Ls, man that’s the essence of life
What makes a dub without little bits of strife?
That's for me to find out and for you to decide
Take another hit, man I’m high in the sky
Pop another 10, on the ground where I lay
I’m not tryna fuck, little bitch I’m just tired
Take all your shit then I run for my life
I need like 10 bands
He tryna box with a Glock, he think he a man’s man
Hop in the Porsche, windows down, slide on the Ray-Bans
Rann0, koll, sWayve
Yeah, that’s the gangnem (Gangnem)
[Hook: koll]
Yeah, I’m coolin’ with twin, my gang
Smokin’ za, we doin’ our thing
Got the blicky on me, let it bang
Know what I’m sayin’?
Had to run up the bands, Usain
Nigga pull up, I’m takin’ yo’ chain
Told her slide and give me the brain
He wan’ talk, I’ll turn him to a stain
I had to go run it up, okay
I ain’t sippin’ out that cup, no way
Pull out my twin and it’s stuck, okay (Okay)
Hey, pull up in a Trackhawk truck, okay
Already know that it’s tucked, okay
Shorty pull up, wanna fuck, okay (Okay)

[Outro: sWayve]
Honda Odyssey, the doors slide to the side
Takin’ Ls, man that’s the essence of life
What makes a dub without little bits of strife?
That’s for me to find out and for you to decide
I need like 10 bands
He tryna box with a Glock, he think he a man’s man
Hop in the Porsche, windows down, slide on the Ray-Bans
Rann0, koll, sWayve
Yeah, that’s the gangnem