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4L (Solo) Video (MV)




Performed By: Wokkeen
Language: English
Length: 1:39
Written by: Brady Brozell




Wokkeen - 4L (Solo) Lyrics
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I've tried so many times with her
And I've poured too many lines of syrup
My eyes, they dry, but my heart's still hurts
You said for life, but guess those just words, huh
Guess- I'm f*cked up in the head
I'm never listening, you know what I'm sick of it
You ripped my heart right out my chest
I think I'm over it, I don't want love again
Can't forget the words you said. "alone is when I'm at my best"
All my exes wany Wokk back
Striped her belt and that one's hat
Striped my drank like Adidas
Hoes run laps, my mind off track
But I don't want anyone
Told my bitches that I'm gone
Your love, it got me on the run
These drugs I'm on, they keep me numb
I- hate- all you bitches
Tryna f*ck around and spend all my digits
I- need- a real ass feeling
Ever since she left, I swear my heart been freezing
Need a real icy wrist
Money for my brothers drip
And even more for their savings
You ride for me, I'll cop you whips
Can't break, wont fold, swear I don't bend
I sign a deal, split dividends
Make sure that all my boys stay fed
And free them homies out the can
I've tried so many times with her
And I've poured too many lines of syrup
My eyes, they dry, but my heart's still hurts
You said for life, but guess those just words, huh
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I've tried so many times with her
And I've poured too many lines of syrup
My eyes, they dry, but my heart's still hurts
You said for life, but guess those just words, huh
Guess- I'm f*cked up in the head
I'm never listening, you know what I'm sick of it
You ripped my heart right out my chest
I think I'm over it, I don't want love again
Can't forget the words you said. "alone is when I'm at my best"
All my exes wany Wokk back
Striped her belt and that one's hat
Striped my drank like Adidas
Hoes run laps, my mind off track
But I don't want anyone
Told my bitches that I'm gone
Your love, it got me on the run
These drugs I'm on, they keep me numb
I- hate- all you bitches
Tryna f*ck around and spend all my digits
I- need- a real ass feeling
Ever since she left, I swear my heart been freezing
Need a real icy wrist
Money for my brothers drip
And even more for their savings
You ride for me, I'll cop you whips
Can't break, wont fold, swear I don't bend
I sign a deal, split dividends
Make sure that all my boys stay fed
And free them homies out the can
I've tried so many times with her
And I've poured too many lines of syrup
My eyes, they dry, but my heart's still hurts
You said for life, but guess those just words, huh
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Writer: Brady Brozell
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