Okie Dokie - Brian Marc, Blu, KeithCharles Spacebar

Loud mouth here you but i dont know what you’re talking about

Okie dokie bro oh oh okie dokie bro

Sad face homie why you so damn made for

What you smoking on, what what what you smoking on

New shit

And you can wear it if the shoe fits

It made my tooth ache looking at your loose lips

It made my head shake

Talking bout money

Shit sound funny when i know you’re working two gigs

Who you tryna impress

Good for you you got new kicks

I can see you need a new whip

I can see you got a new girl

She ain’t as bad as the old chick

I prefer the one from 06

That was way back

You must have been asleep

We were touching in the jeep

There was such an energy

She ain’t never had love

I would give her mad love

She would give me mad ____

She woyld give me mad ____

She would give me mad ____

I dont talk to her now though

Like i dont talk to pilice

If youre talking about small shit

You ain’t talking about me

Loud mouth here you but i dont know what you’re talking about

Okie dokie bro oh oh okie dokie bro

Sad face homie why you so damn made for

What you smoking on, what what what you smoking on

Ayo i ran out of weed

My mans down the street

I gotta pay him friday for a pound of some tree

I never ran out in my life

I would stand out with my hand out with my wife

If i ever needed weed please burn a leaf for me

Just so i can breathe

I can leave the scene with a dream on my mind to be a king of my prime

All that i see with my eyes could really be a disguise

Im in the street with my gods

You on the beat with them lies

I could be making way more money on the street whipping pies

Instead im shaking all the haters make you make up your mind

With all the makeup on your face but you just wasting your time

And mind is such a terrible thing so why you wasting mine

Look im pushing through the hood bulletproof

Hooded too

Balling like john wooden do

Purple nights like shug and snoop

Wanted like i could move

All i could do was look at you

Loud mouth here you but i dont know what you’re talking about

Okie dokie bro oh oh okie dokie bro

Sad face homie why you so damn made for

What you smoking on, what what what you smoking on

Check me out like a book, im cooped up in this house

Im uncle luke step off the stoop ma dukes won’t let me out

Its been a minute since the days still stuck in my ways

My hair locked up but ive been doing this shit since i had waves

Ain’t nothing new i went to school

I did bout one year and a half and i got right back in that money

Gotta do what work for you but ima work for me

You clocking moves your pockets hurt but mine are hercules

Think about yourself first, do for your fam

Repeat that shit until youre in a hearse

I got too much game to fit it all in a verse

Theres infinite universes where everyones bitches twerkin

Loud mouth here you but i dont know what you’re talking about

Okie dokie bro oh oh okie dokie bro

Sad face homie why you so damn made for

What you smoking on, what what what you smoking on