Lyrics Cory Gunz – Ok

I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt’s filled with purple its OK
She ain’t hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK

it’s OK, its OK, its OK
it’s OK, its OK, its OK
it’s OK, its OK, its OK

Raeliss:
Direct deposit, driving porsche
Alexander, Michael Kors
I gave you anything you wanted
But I wasn’t the only one (one)

Swear that I didn’t know nothin’
You and my boy was fuckin’
Homie been driving my whip
Kissing my bitch in public
But I know now
and its OK, its OK, its OK
its OK, its OK, its OK

You ain’t gettin’ nothin’
No more whips, No more trips
No more stuntin’
Want no kiss. Want no sex
Want no lovin’
No more this, can’t do that
No more nothin’ (yea)

I said I don’t want you no more
Ain’t trusting you no more
Ain’t touching you no more
Ain’t fucking you no more

I said I don’t want you no more
Ain’t trusting you no more
Ain’t touching you no more

But it’s OK, its OK, its OK
it’s OK, its OK, its OK
it’s OK, its OK, its OK

Ain’t trusting you no more
Ain’t touching you no more
Ain’t fucking you no more
But it’s OK, its OK, its OK

Cory Gunz:
Baby girl tried to hurt my soul
Kicked a nigga out the crib
I was paying all them bills
Made me feel like I ain’t worth my clothes
Had to call my nigga Bam, get me out this jam my nigga, I gotta leave this shit
She was getting worked out at work by a floor mopping nigga, you believe this shit? (crazy)

I don’t know why this hurt
You know I was doing all kind of dirt
But truthfully honest words, I fell back from the pimping and the karma lurked
I don’t give a fuck I got a down bitch
And she’s up, what you lost, she found it
Keep a nigga grounded, feed a nigga pound it
I beat it up, then we sleep, then we count this

I take trips on her, she used to trip on me
I put a kiss on her, she put a lick on me
I put this dick on her, and made her stick on me
We all his and hers in your history
I never miss on her, she not a mystery
Everybody know’s that she’s the miss on me
I ain’t shit on you, why you piss on me
Now you all fucked up saying its on me

I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt’s filled with purple its OK
She ain’t hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK

I said I don’t want you no more
Ain’t trusting you no more
Ain’t touching you no more
Ain’t fucking you no more

I said I don’t want you no more
Ain’t trusting you no more
Ain’t touching you no more

But it’s OK, its OK, its OK
it’s OK, its OK, its OK
it’s OK, its OK, its OK

Ain’t trusting you no more
Ain’t touching you no more
Ain’t fucking you no more
But it’s OK, its OK, its OK

I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt’s filled with purple its OK
She ain’t hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK