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Yoko Lyrics - Artist : Brown, Chris
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko

Bust a couple bands (Couple bands)
Blow a hunnid fast (A hunnid cash)
I just made a hunnid off a 50 pack
Where them bad Asian bitches holdin' down my city at? (H-h-huh?)
Where them girls from the A with that pretty face?
Round thing, yeah, I'm on that loud thing
Pop another bottle, shootin' corks at the crowd, dang
Yeah, I'm a stunna, but nah, I ain't Baby though
Young dude w-w-with the lazy flow, w-w-watch all these ladies go
Crazy when I pull up right beside 'em
I do a buck 30, yeah, I'm just send 'em flyin'
I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I'm lightin'
Big bucket's full of ice with bottles on fire inside 'em, uh

I call her Yoko Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono)
Only ride solo (Solo), solo (Solo), solo (Solo)
Mission for the dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo)
One look in her eyes (Eyes), she'll eat you alive ('Live)
She a man-eater (Eater), ski mad diva (Diva)
She might up and leave you 'cause you can never leave her
You ain't never have her so you can never keep her
Trippin' on the next man, he can't have her either
I call her Yoko Ono

Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes
On vacation, steady bakin' with Jamaican hoes
I got cash, boy, I don't care what you makin', ho
50 thousand on my wrist, I'm feedin' Eskimos
Damn, put V.A. on this shit
Buy a hundred fuckin' bottles, let 'em spray in this bitch
My money flow real long, I do relays in this bitch
And you know I kill songs
It's Burner, CB and Wiz, alrighty now
Ha, look at me, Rosé, I'm on, nigga
15 grand on a what? That's just my phone, nigga
Northern California, them blunts look like cones, nigga
Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah, it's Breezy, bitch

I call her Yoko Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono)
Only ride solo (Solo), solo (Solo), solo (Solo)
Mission for the dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo)
One look in her eyes (Eyes), she'll eat you alive ('Live)
She a man-eater (Eater), ski mad diva (Diva)
She might up and leave you 'cause you can never leave her
You ain't never have her so you can never keep her (Hahahaha)
Trippin' on the next man, he can't have her either (Uh)
I call her Yoko Ono

Shades on (Shades on), Polo white tee (Polo white tee)
Me leavin' here alone? That's unlikely ('ly)
Not a stoner bitch (Bitch), but she like me
Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee
I check them hoes, direct them hoes, take 'em home
And let them hoes go live out their fantasies
They poppin' pills, I'm rollin' weed (R-r-rollin' weed)
Even got a couple bad bitches overseas (Overseas)
Out the back 'cause ain't no tags when I'm shoppin'
And my bag filled with options so don't ask what it cost
I'm in a Maserati coupe goin' so fast that I lost 'em
And my bitch got so much swag that these bad bitches on us
Ah, k-killin' y'all, blow, dag get a coffin, uh

I call her Yoko Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono)
(Hahaha)
Only ride solo (Solo), solo (Solo), solo (Solo)
(Yeah)
Mission for the dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo)
One look in her eyes (Eyes), she'll eat you alive ('Live)
She a man-eater (Eater), ski mad diva (Diva)
She might up and leave you 'cause you can never leave her
You ain't never have her so you can never keep her
Trippin' on the next man, he can't have her either
I call her Yoko Ono (Ono)

Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko

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