Joey Trap

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CBass, bitch Akachi Beats, that's my brother right there I can't sip with you cause your lean always cut Made a hundred bands off fifty bucks, yeah Came from nothin', we don't give a fuck Never lackin', keep my toolies tucked, yeah I think my bitch need a bigger ass Not gon' lie, it do look kinda flat yuh Got her booty fixed and now she bad, yuh Top me while I'm drivin', I might crash, yuh I remember, I was out of luck She get on her knees, think she prayin' when she suck If you need them keys, prolly know a couple plugs I be gettin' G's, I don't need to sell no drugs, drugs I be on that grind, like everyday aye Nigga rich, I'm gettin' money, I don't take brakes She give me throat-oat, oh, I feel like Tay-K, ayy Joey droppin' bombs, you better vacate I can't sip with you cause your lean always cut Made a hundred bands off fifty bucks, yeah Came from nothin', we don't give a fuck Never lackin', keep my toolies tucked, yeah I think my bitch need a bigger ass Letras de cancionesNot gon' lie, it do look kinda flat Got her booty fixed and now she bad, yuh Top me while I'm drivin', I might crash, yuh I remember smokin' with the plug I ain't have no friends, just the money and the drugs Now I'm in my bag posted with a bunch of thugs I won't sip yo' lean, I can tell that shit is cut, cut I can tell yo' shit is always stepped on Hit a lick and then I split, I take the rest home Aim it at your face, he slick, he got a vest on I got the Cadillac in white and plus the rest chrome, look Niggas talkin' on my name, but they wanna be me, it's a shame Twenty on the motherfuckin' chain, uh Buggin' if you think that you can tame us I be with Gorillas and the Lions In the zoo where my hitters really spyin' Got these Robin's on my jeans, I'm really flyin' Bitch, it's off the dome, not even tryin' But did I mention y'all my sons? (Y'all my sons Bop) The blicky came right with a drum Nigga broke, was eatin' crumbs, yuh But now I eat filet mignon I can't sip with you cause your lean always cut Made a hundred bands with fifty bucks, yuh Came from nothin', we don't give a fuck Never lackin', keep my toolies tucked, bitch I think my bitch need a bigger ass Not gon' lie, it do look kinda flat yuh Got her booty fixed and now she bad, yeah Top me while I'm drivin', I might crash, yeah I remember, I was out of luck She get on her knees, think she prayin' when she suck If you need them keys, prolly know a couple plugs I be gettin' G's, I don't need to sell no drugs, drugs I be on that grind, like everyday aye Nigga rich, I'm gettin' money, I don't take brakes She give me throat-oat, oh, I feel like Tay-K, ayy Joey droppin' bombs, you better vacate I can't sip with you cause your lean always cut Made a hundred bands with fifty bucks, yeah Came from nothin', we don't give a fuck Never lackin', keep my toolies tucked, yeah I think my bitch need a bigger ass Not gon' lie, it do look kinda flat Got her booty fixed and now she bad, yeah Top me while I'm drivin', I might crash, yeah From Letras Mania