WOCK-ESHA by Tes X Lyrics
[Intro]
I love you, cash
[Chorus]
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Huh)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Yeah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Yeah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Huh)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Ah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Brr)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Brr)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha
[Verse]
She lookin' good when she come to my city
This bit' body scatty, this bit' not a Bentley (What? What?)
These niggas playin', boy, these niggas silly
[?] turn to some milly
Red rum, nigga, it's a good day for killing
XO niggas on the street keep peelin'
Your mic's off, nigga, like Milli Vanilli
I finna cook him up, he in the skillet
Bitch, I'm a Don, you know I keep the city up
Float on the track, bruh, I feel like I'm Billie Eilish
Fucked in the head, bruh, I feel like I'm Carti stylist
You say you better than me, boy, I highly doubt it
Boy, I get straight to the pussy, I'm hella cloutted
Baby, it's something, you ain't think I need hella diamonds
I'm like the G in lasagna, I move in silence
[Interlude]
This nigga just said
Fucked in the head, I feel like I'm Carti's stylist
And, and fucking, th-th-that he moves silent like the G in lasagna
That's crazy
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Huh)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Yeah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Yeah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Huh)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Ah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Brr)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Brr)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha
I love you, cash
[Chorus]
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Huh)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Yeah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Yeah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Huh)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Ah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Brr)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Brr)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha
[Verse]
She lookin' good when she come to my city
This bit' body scatty, this bit' not a Bentley (What? What?)
These niggas playin', boy, these niggas silly
[?] turn to some milly
Red rum, nigga, it's a good day for killing
XO niggas on the street keep peelin'
Your mic's off, nigga, like Milli Vanilli
I finna cook him up, he in the skillet
Bitch, I'm a Don, you know I keep the city up
Float on the track, bruh, I feel like I'm Billie Eilish
Fucked in the head, bruh, I feel like I'm Carti stylist
You say you better than me, boy, I highly doubt it
Boy, I get straight to the pussy, I'm hella cloutted
Baby, it's something, you ain't think I need hella diamonds
I'm like the G in lasagna, I move in silence
[Interlude]
This nigga just said
Fucked in the head, I feel like I'm Carti's stylist
And, and fucking, th-th-that he moves silent like the G in lasagna
That's crazy
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Huh)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Yeah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Yeah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Huh)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Ah)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Brr)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha (Brr)
She sippin' wock so I call her Wockisha