WokStar Lyrics – Skepta
WokStar is the latest song
Skepta. WokStar is from latest album named Slime Language 2
Songs Credit :
Song – WokStar
Skepta
Album – Slime Language 2
WokStar Lyrics
Jumped off the porch, then made a pit stop at the bank (Let’s go)
Like I’m playing golf, I could hit holes today (Today)
Glass house loft, Atlantic Station, had it trapped out (Trap, trap)
Water on my wrist like I died in the Atlantic (Trap, wow)
YSL elite, all the slimes never panic (No way, slatt)
I’ll die about my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that (For real)
Wockhardt rockstar (Yeah)
Black excellence, stars in the car (Skrrt)
I make Barry Bonds hits
I’m like Tony, I’m like Mitch
Match my voice to the tempo, I get paid in full (Paid in full)
Paid cash records just like Chavo and Z-Bo (And Z-Bo)
Keep that mula like my brother Mula name (Mula name)
She already know that I’m lit (I’m lit)
I got the world in my wrist (Okay)
Tires screechin’, we got her geeked up, diablo shorty (Diablo, skrrt)
I got a party pack in my pocket, let’s get the party started (Party started)
Yeah, I could, I’m the captain, she had to take it to the sargeant (Sargeant)
Closet full with too many racks, put ’em in the floor (Floor)
Superstar, lookin’ for me, need a telescope (I’m gone)
I’m done with Alexander McQueen, I’m onto McCartney, bro
I had to make my name when I came ’round, that’s what I did it for
Jumped off the porch, then made a pit stop at the bank (Let’s go)
Like I’m playing golf, I could hit holes today (Okay)
Glass house loft, Atlantic Station, had it trapped out (Trap, trap)
Water on my wrist like I died in the Atlantic (Trap, wow)
YSL elite, all the slimes never panic (No way, slatt)
I’ll die about my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that (For real)
Wockhardt rockstar (Yeah)
Black excellence, stars in the car (Skrrt)
Jumped off the jet, I left semen on the seat
I flew out to Greece, sippin’ syrup by the sea (Ice)
Banned me from the States, talkin’ visa policies
They know we’re them London niggas that these baddies wanna see (Brrt)
I put that shit on, I’m a beast (Savage)
I don’t rock Amiri, this Givenchy unreleased
Every day, it’s sauce spillin’ when I’m steppin’ in the streets (Ice)
Even on a Sunday, boy, I’m fresher than a priest (Greaze)
My brother checkin’ for police ’cause he steppin’ with it (Smoke)
My strap could tell you I’m a freak, boy, I slept with it (Smoke)
They used to curve me, now they say that I look photogenic (Brrt)
I stopped complainin’, I stopped waitin’, had to go and get it
Jumped off the porch, then made a pit stop at the bank (Let’s go)
Like I’m playing golf, I could hit holes today (Okay)
Glass house loft, Atlantic Station, had it trapped out (Trap, trap)
Water on my wrist like I died in the Atlantic (Trap, wow)
YSL elite, all the slimes never panic (No way, slatt)
I’ll die about my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that (For real)
Wockhardt rockstar (Yeah)
Black excellence, stars in the car (Skrrt)
WokStar Lyrics
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