OhGeesy Ft Chrishan – Wock Lyrics

Wock Lyrics by OhGeesy Ft Chrishan

[Intro: OhGeesy]
(Hitmaka)
(Diego)
(Sound)
Yeah
Yeah, we got beans

[Chorus: Chrishan]
Started with some Wock’, Wock’, Wock’, yeah, Wock’, Wock’
Break her off fifty racks, I know she ain’t never seen that
Ooh, I’m the man down in Broward, believe that
Ooh, or see that
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Chane’-ne’, double C that
Come and vaca’ with aphrodisiac
Woah, press my line, I could be that
Ayy, hey, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1: OhGeesy]
Pourin’ up that Wock’, Wock’, Wock’, Wock’, Wock’
Put your hands on your knees, go drop it like it’s hot
I don’t care if you not, baby, shake it like a thot
If you got a lil’ booty or your ass got a lot
Shake that shit like a ho-ass bitch
Like you don’t got a man and a whole-ass kid
Like you don’t got work next day
Bust it if you independent and you gettin’ paid
You fuck like a slut, but you a gutter-ass bitch
You like hood niggas with that guttеr-ass dick
You stay on your grind, you deserve to bе rich
You don’t need no nigga, you could never need a bitch, ayy
[Chorus: Chrishan]
Started with some Wock’, Wock’, Wock’, yeah, Wock’, Wock’
Break her off fifty racks, I know she ain’t never seen that
Ooh, I’m the man down in Broward, believe that
Ooh, or see that
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Chane’-ne’, double C that
Come and vaca’ with aphrodisiac
Woah, woah, press my line, I could be that
Ayy, hey, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: OhGeesy]
Bust down earlobe, bust down wrist
You got brand new booty and some brand new tits
Got brand new house, brand new whip
Got the same old friends, on some brand new shit
Fifty racks in your pocket, somethin’ you ain’t never seen
Real nigga, baby, only do real nigga things
YSL and Dior why I’m smellin’ so clean
When I hit it from the side, you know I’ma make you cream
Yeah, I’ma stroke real slow when I hit it off the lean
Ain’t finna cum if I hit it off a bean
I sold drugs, I ain’t never sold dreams
I could never handcuff, I’ma set the ho free (Nigga)

[Chorus: Chrishan]
Started with some Wock’, Wock’, Wock’, yeah, Wock’, Wock’
Break her off fifty racks, I know she ain’t never seen that
Ooh, I’m the man down in Broward, believe that
Ooh, or see that
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Chane’-ne’, double C that
Come and vaca’ with aphrodisiac
Woah, press my line, I could be that
Ayy, hey, oh, oh, oh, oh