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Ok, Ok Video (MV)




Performed By: Scramn
Length: 3:06
Written by: Derek Scramn Goolsby




Scramn - Ok, Ok Lyrics




Ok ok
Ok ok can't f*ck with it
No way no way
Plus that Jose Cuervo got a white boy feelin really ok
F*ck what a hoe say
I sit back relax
Now watch how a pro play
Get murked like OJ
Found in the dirt
And it hurt when your bones break
Look out I'm in a zone HEY
Don't f*ck with a hater cuz a hater just gonna hate
They really gonna hate it when they see that I made it and how much bread I'm gone make
And a lot of people so fake
I can see it in their face
I can tell by their handshake
But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make

Talk shit get picked up quick get stitched up quick
Goin home with a band aid
Get whipped like mayonnaise
And they hate cuz they fake like a lake that's man made
Look out I'm on a rampage
So now you know that it goes how Scramn say
Everyday I'm hustling cuz that be gettin Scramn paid BIITCCHH

CHORUS:

Queen B said why don't you just go in on em one time I was like alright baby girl f*ck it why not

You ain't dealin w a full deck
Batter up on deck make a hit next
I'm the type do drugs when I get stressed
Pop pills drink beers let em digest...
And it's time for another round, get a grip I'm a bad mother f*cker now
There's gonna be a lot of mad mother f*ckers now
Bad hoes backstage and they duckin down

You can see it if you look around
Top notch top spot now I'm lookin down
Dirty south quarter pond when I ride around I ain't talkin bout rhymin when I line em out
You catchin my drift
I got a big bag of somethin come and get you a whiff all it takes one hit you'll be over the fence you can tell it ain't no regular shit
I don't care
Whoever it is
Gonna come get it
Shit that you done this minute
I done did it
Real street smart and my hearts all in it
Catch me in a bucket with the windows all tinted
Shits authentic
Nothin but real dog
Never on the bench
Always out in the field dog
I don't really give a f*ck about how u feel dog
All I wanna do is drink beers and chill dog
Ok now you know that it's like that
Gettin to the moneys where I'm settin my sights at
I'll be right back I'm gettin my mind right
Flow so cold like you bit in a Klondike
I need some money
F*ck the limelight
Shit comin off like the clothes on prom night
Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like
Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like

Chorus Ok ok



Ok, Ok
Writers; Derek Scramn Goolsby

Ok ok
Ok ok can't f*ck with it
No way no way
Plus that Jose Cuervo got a white boy feelin really ok
F*ck what a hoe say
I sit back relax
Now watch how a pro play
Get murked like OJ
Found in the dirt
And it hurt when your bones break
Look out I'm in a zone HEY
Don't f*ck with a hater cuz a hater just gonna hate
They really gonna hate it when they see that I made it and how much bread I'm gone make
And a lot of people so fake
I can see it in their face
I can tell by their handshake
But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make

Talk shit get picked up quick get stitched up quick
Goin home with a band aid
Get whipped like mayonnaise
And they hate cuz they fake like a lake that's man made
Look out I'm on a rampage
So now you know that it goes how Scramn say
Everyday I'm hustling cuz that be gettin Scramn paid BIITCCHH

CHORUS:

Queen B said why don't you just go in on em one time I was like alright baby girl f*ck it why not

You ain't dealin w a full deck
Batter up on deck make a hit next
I'm the type do drugs when I get stressed
Pop pills drink beers let em digest...
And it's time for another round, get a grip I'm a bad mother f*cker now
There's gonna be a lot of mad mother f*ckers now
Bad hoes backstage and they duckin down

You can see it if you look around
Top notch top spot now I'm lookin down
Dirty south quarter pond when I ride around I ain't talkin bout rhymin when I line em out
You catchin my drift
I got a big bag of somethin come and get you a whiff all it takes one hit you'll be over the fence you can tell it ain't no regular shit
I don't care
Whoever it is
Gonna come get it
Shit that you done this minute
I done did it
Real street smart and my hearts all in it
Catch me in a bucket with the windows all tinted
Shits authentic
Nothin but real dog
Never on the bench
Always out in the field dog
I don't really give a f*ck about how u feel dog
All I wanna do is drink beers and chill dog
Ok now you know that it's like that
Gettin to the moneys where I'm settin my sights at
I'll be right back I'm gettin my mind right
Flow so cold like you bit in a Klondike
I need some money
F*ck the limelight
Shit comin off like the clothes on prom night
Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like
Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like

Chorus Ok ok
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Ok ok
Ok ok can't f*ck with it
No way no way
Plus that Jose Cuervo got a white boy feelin really ok
F*ck what a hoe say
I sit back relax
Now watch how a pro play
Get murked like OJ
Found in the dirt
And it hurt when your bones break
Look out I'm in a zone HEY
Don't f*ck with a hater cuz a hater just gonna hate
They really gonna hate it when they see that I made it and how much bread I'm gone make
And a lot of people so fake
I can see it in their face
I can tell by their handshake
But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make

Talk shit get picked up quick get stitched up quick
Goin home with a band aid
Get whipped like mayonnaise
And they hate cuz they fake like a lake that's man made
Look out I'm on a rampage
So now you know that it goes how Scramn say
Everyday I'm hustling cuz that be gettin Scramn paid BIITCCHH

CHORUS:

Queen B said why don't you just go in on em one time I was like alright baby girl f*ck it why not

You ain't dealin w a full deck
Batter up on deck make a hit next
I'm the type do drugs when I get stressed
Pop pills drink beers let em digest...
And it's time for another round, get a grip I'm a bad mother f*cker now
There's gonna be a lot of mad mother f*ckers now
Bad hoes backstage and they duckin down

You can see it if you look around
Top notch top spot now I'm lookin down
Dirty south quarter pond when I ride around I ain't talkin bout rhymin when I line em out
You catchin my drift
I got a big bag of somethin come and get you a whiff all it takes one hit you'll be over the fence you can tell it ain't no regular shit
I don't care
Whoever it is
Gonna come get it
Shit that you done this minute
I done did it
Real street smart and my hearts all in it
Catch me in a bucket with the windows all tinted
Shits authentic
Nothin but real dog
Never on the bench
Always out in the field dog
I don't really give a f*ck about how u feel dog
All I wanna do is drink beers and chill dog
Ok now you know that it's like that
Gettin to the moneys where I'm settin my sights at
I'll be right back I'm gettin my mind right
Flow so cold like you bit in a Klondike
I need some money
F*ck the limelight
Shit comin off like the clothes on prom night
Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like
Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like

Chorus Ok ok



Ok, Ok
Writers; Derek Scramn Goolsby

Ok ok
Ok ok can't f*ck with it
No way no way
Plus that Jose Cuervo got a white boy feelin really ok
F*ck what a hoe say
I sit back relax
Now watch how a pro play
Get murked like OJ
Found in the dirt
And it hurt when your bones break
Look out I'm in a zone HEY
Don't f*ck with a hater cuz a hater just gonna hate
They really gonna hate it when they see that I made it and how much bread I'm gone make
And a lot of people so fake
I can see it in their face
I can tell by their handshake
But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make

Talk shit get picked up quick get stitched up quick
Goin home with a band aid
Get whipped like mayonnaise
And they hate cuz they fake like a lake that's man made
Look out I'm on a rampage
So now you know that it goes how Scramn say
Everyday I'm hustling cuz that be gettin Scramn paid BIITCCHH

CHORUS:

Queen B said why don't you just go in on em one time I was like alright baby girl f*ck it why not

You ain't dealin w a full deck
Batter up on deck make a hit next
I'm the type do drugs when I get stressed
Pop pills drink beers let em digest...
And it's time for another round, get a grip I'm a bad mother f*cker now
There's gonna be a lot of mad mother f*ckers now
Bad hoes backstage and they duckin down

You can see it if you look around
Top notch top spot now I'm lookin down
Dirty south quarter pond when I ride around I ain't talkin bout rhymin when I line em out
You catchin my drift
I got a big bag of somethin come and get you a whiff all it takes one hit you'll be over the fence you can tell it ain't no regular shit
I don't care
Whoever it is
Gonna come get it
Shit that you done this minute
I done did it
Real street smart and my hearts all in it
Catch me in a bucket with the windows all tinted
Shits authentic
Nothin but real dog
Never on the bench
Always out in the field dog
I don't really give a f*ck about how u feel dog
All I wanna do is drink beers and chill dog
Ok now you know that it's like that
Gettin to the moneys where I'm settin my sights at
I'll be right back I'm gettin my mind right
Flow so cold like you bit in a Klondike
I need some money
F*ck the limelight
Shit comin off like the clothes on prom night
Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like
Bout to blow up so u know what the bomb like

Chorus Ok ok
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Writer: Derek Scramn Goolsby
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