Artist: Cory Gunz f/ Raeliss Album: Ok (S) Song: Ok Typed by: AZ Lyrics 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