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OK, COOL Video (MV)




Performed By: Papi Ty
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: Tyriek Carson




Papi Ty - OK, COOL Lyrics




I'm sippin' real exquisite, sippin' real good, you feel me

Ayy, I need like thirty for a verse, I'm tired of givin' sauce for free
Niggas think they part of the team, but niggas barely VIP
They finished records, put my stamp on that shit, can't do shit but respect it

She say, bae, I know you workin', but I'm just startin' to feel neglected
Okay, cool
I'm almost done punchin' these raps, just give me a second
I been nice for way too long, it's time for Ty to go back reckless
They don't wanna see that side of me, it's like I ain't got no heart inside me

Tell them niggas up that cost and Ima need me just like four deposits

Ayy, I been on this earth for twenty-four years, you niggas can't play with me
You been on this earth for twenty-four years and still ain't been overseas

I'ma rap my off ass till my main bitch in them double C's (Chanel)
That's on her ankles and her side, my side bitch got double D's
Shoot a text and it's a go, I be actin' like ion peep
But you can't play me like no ho, you can't play me like no game, boy
Nintendo 64, stand on 10, that's 6 & 4, add me up, need 90 more
I be keepin' it a hunnid, I let these other niggas do the most
I'm on the spectrum to the top, I learned that everybody can't go
Wish I had the power to change it but I'm just focused on my goals

Feel like it's shackles on my ankles, but I'm just tryna up the sco

Yeah, these niggas can't even f*ck with me
These hoes can't even see me either
They just want a nigga who feed em when they ain't out here eatin

But I'm still handin' out them apps, cause it's hunting season
(Ok, cool)
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I'm sippin' real exquisite, sippin' real good, you feel me

Ayy, I need like thirty for a verse, I'm tired of givin' sauce for free
Niggas think they part of the team, but niggas barely VIP
They finished records, put my stamp on that shit, can't do shit but respect it

She say, bae, I know you workin', but I'm just startin' to feel neglected
Okay, cool
I'm almost done punchin' these raps, just give me a second
I been nice for way too long, it's time for Ty to go back reckless
They don't wanna see that side of me, it's like I ain't got no heart inside me

Tell them niggas up that cost and Ima need me just like four deposits

Ayy, I been on this earth for twenty-four years, you niggas can't play with me
You been on this earth for twenty-four years and still ain't been overseas

I'ma rap my off ass till my main bitch in them double C's (Chanel)
That's on her ankles and her side, my side bitch got double D's
Shoot a text and it's a go, I be actin' like ion peep
But you can't play me like no ho, you can't play me like no game, boy
Nintendo 64, stand on 10, that's 6 & 4, add me up, need 90 more
I be keepin' it a hunnid, I let these other niggas do the most
I'm on the spectrum to the top, I learned that everybody can't go
Wish I had the power to change it but I'm just focused on my goals

Feel like it's shackles on my ankles, but I'm just tryna up the sco

Yeah, these niggas can't even f*ck with me
These hoes can't even see me either
They just want a nigga who feed em when they ain't out here eatin

But I'm still handin' out them apps, cause it's hunting season
(Ok, cool)
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Writer: Tyriek Carson
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