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Jay Rock - Wow Freestyle ft. Kendrick Lamar HQ Lyrics
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Rock
Jay Rock
Vocals
G Dav
G Dav
Programming
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Programming
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny McKinzie
Johnny McKinzie
Songwriter
Kendrick Duckworth
Kendrick Duckworth
Songwriter
G. Davis
G. Davis
Songwriter
C. Hollis Jr
C. Hollis Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
G Dav
G Dav
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy K. Dot Yeah, yeah Can we get it how we used to get it Like when Top had the red Charger? Can we get it how we used to get it Like when Top had the red Charger? Can we get it how we used to get it? Cap on, and I got racks on Spent four nights in the country I like Then I take my rich ass back home Blow so bright, I could make make moonlight See this ain't like your pheromones Blew one, big gun, bare tone Who won? We won, yeah, holmes We old school like Capitol My old school made doctor note My old school made hard knock Black on black, my coupe and strap I ain't balling on the hard tops I told y'all to call Top, now my number call blocked I don't miss, I call shot Hol' up, yeah Cap on and I got racks on (And I got racks on) And I produced that diesel I could put Shaq on (I could put Shaq, ayy) Nigga, your bitch gon' leave you You ain't got a backbone (You ain't got, hol' up) I don't rely on people, I just go and bread chase Whoa, this so fucking dope, I might catch a fed case Whoa, you ain't getting money, nigga, then you dead weight Whoa, got the drop on 'em, there he go, checkmate Whoa, we go drop on 'em, y'all better play it safe Whoa Cap on, and I got racks on Don't be bitter, you're dope They reconsider that shit, be stepped on Eastside Johnny way out that project But then I get my rep on Fuck your feeling, no question bitch I kill it, I bring that check home We old school like domino My old school made lawyers know My old school a match box Black on black, bad bitch in the back We ballin' on a hard top Dot told y'all to call Top Now my number call blocked We don't miss, we call shots, swervin' I pay 'em no mind mind because I curve 'em She said I look way better in person I told her I do better when I'm workin' You scared motherfucker, go to churches Right back in this bitch, take a flick Hoe, what's happening (Yeah) We don't politic money clip, like it's fashion (Yeah) Me and Rock go back like, flipping matresses Me and Dot go back like knocking addresses Cap on, cap on, drum hold thirty, no add-on Lil' man mad, don't wanna go bad on Big kickstand fold out, when you lack on You ain't no man, you a mouse in a rat hole I hold band, whole stack, that's factual Call Big Ten on a island bashful Fuck your plane, I'ma burn that castle Fuck that clan, I'ma burn that task force It's sick murder when I say go Hoppin' out that van with a black ski mask And a great big murder when I say go Man, I took my chance, and I paint like that Let' see how further it might go And it just might hurt you when I go And my name might curse you when I go Bitch In God we trust Fear no man, but in God we trust Both palm in hand, prayin' I stay up I know you try your best but it's not like us Wow, oh you say you got a bad one Wow, I can tell you never had one Wow, we back to back acting manie Wow, East-side Johnny going stupid, stupid, stupid Wow
Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Composer Author Unknown, Chauncey Hollis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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