OK! - Chris King

'Kay

Snotty Nose Mafia, bitch

Okay

Yeah

But hol' up

Okay (Hol' up)

Yeah

Bitches love Snotty Nose

Okay

I don’t want complainin', got them bands, okay, okay

Bitches love Snotty Nose

Okay

Snot- Snot- Snot- Snotty Nose Mafia, bitch

Yeah

They love them bands, okay, okay, baby

I got them bands, okay

I don’t want complaining, got them bands, okay, okay, baby

We blow them bands all day

I don’t want complaining, blow them bands all day, all day, baby

They love them bands, okay, okay, baby

I got them bands, okay

I don’t want complaining, got them bands, okay, okay, baby

We blow them bands all day

I don’t want complaining, blow them bands all day, all day, baby (Bitches love

Snotty Nose)

What’s the plan, what’s the play?

Police pull me over in a jam, I won’t say, I won’t say nothin'

Butter tan, whippin' good

I’ma beat that pot and make a jam on the stove

This that heat momma (Speaker)

money, seven bags

The perfect night, four codeine lines, and do 'em blind

I cut the coke with white lies and then tell it’s straight (Yeah)

Just travel through the night, never hustler, you a custer

Empire man, I had just-uh, scarred knuckles

That white girl, that Hillary Duff-uh

Big machine inside the Louis duffel

Loaded up, you re-buffer

All I see is big blue faces, I don’t think I’m on mushrooms

Hah, blatt

Okay

I don’t want complaining, got them bands, okay, okay, baby

We blow them bands all day

I don’t want complaining, blow them bands all day, all day, baby

I got them bands, okay

I don’t want complaining, got them bands, okay, okay, baby

We blow them bands all day

I don’t want complaining, blow them bands all day, all day, baby

What’s the plan, what’s the play?

Police pull me over in a jam, I won’t say, I won’t say nothin'

Butter tan, whippin' good

I’ma beat that pot and make a jam on the stove

This that heat momma

Bitches love Snotty Nose

Snotty Nose Mafia, bitch

Yeah boi