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Wok & Minute Maid Out Now @loeshimmy prod: @ @_tapekid mix/master: @ayoclipzy cover art: @gothdre directed by: @iwantjuan & @loeshimmy Lyrics: Simo Fre just killed this Ohh Yeah I’m in the trap tryna run up cake I’m pushing so much weight I’m so damn high can’t feel my face I just poured up an eight I’m so damn fly I’m outer space Givenchy with the Bape That Maybach truck got stars inside I’m riding round with my drac I’m blowing up, my diamonds froze That’s why them niggas hate I spin em round, I buss her down Lets go on dinner dates I’m sending hits, I run the town I’m getting plenty cake I hit the stage I’m rocking out Pour Wok & Minute Maid Uh girl I need you stay forever Uh I walk in the club and I’ma change the weather Hundred racks in 20’s stuff it in my leather Treat her like a treasure Girl you make it better I put shit on stretchers Can’t put down Beretta They won’t take me out I promise I won’t let em I got one day coming for me I got color money I got everything inside the trap It’s jumping like a bunny Yeah let me make it clear I don’t give a fuck if they want war Then we could take it there Gave that pussy chills While I’m inside I’m licking on her ear Rookie of the year I’m blowing up and I can feel its near I can feel the music in my soul I listen to the snare I can’t front him bowls He take too long He moving like a snail I can weigh a brick up with my eyes I don’t even need a scale Told mama I’ma blow get us out I see it crystal clear Count this money dive inside And now she running from me It ain’t funny, once they slide You know this shit get ugly Fiending feeling down an eight I can’t put down the muddy I want em gone, I drop a bag These niggas running from me I get the ball, I run it back Every time they punt it to me I get them bowls, I’m cashing out Don’t need it fronted to me I grab my switch I’m crashing out cause niggas moving funny Guess that’s my fault for letting em in I thought they really loved me Yeah I’m in the trap tryna run up cake I’m pushing so much weight I’m so damn high can’t feel my face I just poured up an eight I’m so damn fly I’m outer space Givenchy with the Bape That Maybach truck got stars inside I’m riding round with my drac I’m blowing up, my diamonds froze That’s why them niggas hate I spin em round, I buss her down Lets go on dinner dates I’m sending hits, I run the town I’m getting plenty cake I hit the stage I’m rocking out Pour Wok & Minute Maid Pour Wok & Minute Maid nigga, you heard me? Zombieland Taliban shit man Big lieutenant nigga Niggas can’t fuck with me Nigga I’m the biggest you heard me? I run my whole section nigga Fuck a nigga mean you heard me? On God
