Li Blanc - Wokheart (feat. Michael Fang) Lyrics

Yeah shawty come over
I know you ain't sober
Ride with my bros yeah
I'm gone off that doja
My potnas been over
Ahhhh yeah

F*cking up the bed springs
Jumping like a rock star
Lick it like its ice cream
Pop it like a Poptart
Higher than a jet stream
Looking at some fine art
You always text me when you faded
Think she got a Wokheart
Yeah she got a Wokheart
Think she got a Wokheart
Baby got a Wokheart
Shawty got a Wokheart
Heaaaart, heart, heart, heaaaarrrrrrrt

Hmph
Yeah she got a Wokheart (For real)
I can't wait til a nigga hit the top charts
Can see it now
I'm in the crowd
Jumping round
Acting wild
Yeah I feel just like a rock star
I'm Pete Wentz
But she never Fall out with your boy
Cuz I'm the shit
I need
Diamonds on top of my writs
You know I hate when I feel I have to commit (Yeah, yeah)
Rather keep these bitches guessing
Haters checking
Know I never learn my lesson
Always coming back seconds
But I gotta up the pressure and voltage
Brought the drank don't need no potion
On a lake no beans I'm floating
She on the wave I guess we coasting
Ándale I need more doja yeah
Yeah I heard you dropped your man now
Got me wondering if we can make some plans now
Baby ahhhhhh
Pink moscato now she Japan bound
We make too much damn sound
You just got to my place
Now we

F*cking up the bed springs
Jumping like a rock star
Lick it like its ice cream
Pop it like a Poptart
Higher than a jet stream
Looking at some fine art
You always text me when you faded
Think she got a Wokheart
Yeah she got a Wokheart
Think she got a Wokheart
Baby got a Wokheart
Shawty got a Wokheart
Heaaaart, heart, heart, heaaaarrrrrrrt

(Ahyeee)
Aye baby like a wock star
Simple communication
It is not hard
And baby like a Poptart
Hot and cold still eat it
Michael Jackson still beat
Cuz she actin like she now need it yuh
Shawty high conceited
Mans is drunk drama I don't need it
Then she hit my tele hotline blinging
Shawty caught the wave just like a seamen
(You nasty)
Yeah we never spoke til she smoked my dope (Yeah)
Now she fly with me like we flying coach (Yeah)
But only when I'm drunk
Only when I'm gone
When its late a night, that's when shawty drawn
Yeah i heard you high demand now
Got me wondering if we can make some plans now
Baby ahhhh
We play too much
But baby come on over we ain't played enough

F*cking up the bed springs
Jumping like a rock star
Lick it like its ice cream
Pop it like a Poptart
Higher than a jet stream
Looking at some fine art
You only text me when you faded
Think she got a Wokheart
Yeah she got a Wokheart
Think she got a Wokheart
Baby got a Wokheart
Shawty got a Wokheart
Heaaaart, heart, heart, heaaaarrrrrrrt