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Wopo - 11pm in Kentucky Lyrics



Wopo - 11pm in Kentucky Lyrics




I'm in the tuck blowin' runtz out the zip
.40 on me walking like I f*cked up my hip
These niggas iffy I can read niggas
Dog shit on me ima vet ion need scrimmage
Feins keep buying me out cause that... different
They don't even know I remixed it
Went from Salisbury Steak to Steak at Flemings
Get it out the mud they don't bleed how I bleed nigga
Strap on me like a stud ion play with niggas
Keep a ladder close like the cable nigga
3k for a fit got a nigga spiffy
Wear it one time then the fit history
Rich sex, I f*ck my bitch in Diamonds
Cook in this wood dawg I'm higher than a pilot
Don't ask me what's the ticket if you ain't buying
Bag in get that weight gone like a damn diet
Don't call my phone if you ain't f*cking or you ain't driving
I need a bitch with a clean license
If you make it back I'll give you a thousand
Rich nigga got more chicken on my then coney island
Rip Lucc nigga pay Homage
If the bitch bad ima f*ck without a condom
If I don't pull out we at CVS
You know the rest
Then block the bitch number ion know girly
And I f*cked her friend but that's another story
I can't be yo baby daddy can't get shit from me
Nahh we don't need Maury

I don't trust shit but the calculator
My new crib got a elevator
Prices going up like a escalator
Auntie that's dope on the dishes them ain't mash potatoes
I feel like Pesh ima head nigga in charge
Diamonds on me got me wet like a canon ball
Lay a hand on bro head we gone get em off'd
Choppa get to clapping like round of applause
Choppa riding in the front like where the driver be
Big .45 ain't no scrapping me
Its his b-day he'll get shots for free
Turn a nigga to a ghost like Halloween
So much crud nigga I can build a Christmas tree
I got that bag in like trick or treat
Heard you tryna shop well nigga shop with me
Bring that snow to yo front porch like Christmas eve
Big ass choppa this bitch taller then my nephew
This bitch a freeze a nigga like a statue
Yo bitch a freak she blow a nigga like hot food
So I blessed the bitch like achoo
Rip Greg I miss you brodie
Drive the Tesla like a stoley
I remember I was on the block like a goalie
You'll get noodled for that cheese like mostaccioli
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I'm in the tuck blowin' runtz out the zip
.40 on me walking like I f*cked up my hip
These niggas iffy I can read niggas
Dog shit on me ima vet ion need scrimmage
Feins keep buying me out cause that... different
They don't even know I remixed it
Went from Salisbury Steak to Steak at Flemings
Get it out the mud they don't bleed how I bleed nigga
Strap on me like a stud ion play with niggas
Keep a ladder close like the cable nigga
3k for a fit got a nigga spiffy
Wear it one time then the fit history
Rich sex, I f*ck my bitch in Diamonds
Cook in this wood dawg I'm higher than a pilot
Don't ask me what's the ticket if you ain't buying
Bag in get that weight gone like a damn diet
Don't call my phone if you ain't f*cking or you ain't driving
I need a bitch with a clean license
If you make it back I'll give you a thousand
Rich nigga got more chicken on my then coney island
Rip Lucc nigga pay Homage
If the bitch bad ima f*ck without a condom
If I don't pull out we at CVS
You know the rest
Then block the bitch number ion know girly
And I f*cked her friend but that's another story
I can't be yo baby daddy can't get shit from me
Nahh we don't need Maury

I don't trust shit but the calculator
My new crib got a elevator
Prices going up like a escalator
Auntie that's dope on the dishes them ain't mash potatoes
I feel like Pesh ima head nigga in charge
Diamonds on me got me wet like a canon ball
Lay a hand on bro head we gone get em off'd
Choppa get to clapping like round of applause
Choppa riding in the front like where the driver be
Big .45 ain't no scrapping me
Its his b-day he'll get shots for free
Turn a nigga to a ghost like Halloween
So much crud nigga I can build a Christmas tree
I got that bag in like trick or treat
Heard you tryna shop well nigga shop with me
Bring that snow to yo front porch like Christmas eve
Big ass choppa this bitch taller then my nephew
This bitch a freeze a nigga like a statue
Yo bitch a freak she blow a nigga like hot food
So I blessed the bitch like achoo
Rip Greg I miss you brodie
Drive the Tesla like a stoley
I remember I was on the block like a goalie
You'll get noodled for that cheese like mostaccioli
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Writer: Wopo, Darnell Young
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Performed By: Wopo
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: Wopo, Darnell Young

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