How Many Times

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Cezar Wok
The Wok, Yeah
P-P-Paolo flipped the brick, bitch

How many times I had to go and tell 'em "Broski I'm the shit"? (Ah)
I know some broken hearts you teared apart
But mine's made out of steel (Yeah)
I'm on that Prada way, they proud of me, but I'm still on some pills
Lotta broken hearts you teared apart, but mine's made out of steel
I kill 'em all, yeah, put 'em on that red dot (Yeah)
I drill 'em all, yeah, put 'em on my radar, yeah
Ay, baddies in my drop top (Whoa)
Her panties finna drop now (Whoa-oh)

Yeah I took yo' hoe, (Hoe) and put her in a fast car (Let's go!)
I'm with the drillin', I ain't cappin' when it's on go, yeah (Ah)
"Millions over millions", tryna reach for those, yeah (Fo sho!)
They ain't finna slide with me, I already know that (I know!)
He got a problem with me, now my brother on him (Pow)
Let him try to take my life, I make him fold quick (I make him fold)
Baby I be worrying 'bout a check, not a boner (Not at all)
Yeah they see me and they tryna switch the flow when I'm coming over
You ain't solid cause you spillin' out, just like water (Yeah)
Pardon all my sons, they be on your daughter
Every time I'm up, they bring me down, I don't need nobody
Shawty on the molly
Y'all partying, but I'm counting

How many times I had to go and tell 'em "Broski I'm the shit"? (Ah)
I know some broken hearts you teared apart
But mine's made out of steel (Yeah)
I'm on that Prada way, they proud of me, but I'm still on some pills
Lotta broken hearts you teared apart, but mine's made out of steel
I-I kill 'em all, yeah, put 'em on that red dot (Yeah)
I drill 'em all, yeah, put 'em on my radar, yeah
Aye, baddies in my drop top (Whoa)
Her panties finna drop now

I keep a FN for a fucking clown (Pow-pow)
I already fed 'em with the hundred round (The hundred round)
We pull up deep and we never drown (Nah, nah)
I might just sneeze and they gon' run so fast

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Writer(s): Cezar Poiata
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