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lirik lagu lockjaw – fine$e tha phantom & joey zen

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[intro: joey zen]
omid did it!
it take 47 eyez to see
i see through em all

[hook]
i can see the proof of my products in the pudding
perfect placements of effort all i put in
ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe*in
she keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing

[verse 1: joey zen]
yeah she only sucking, came here for the f*cking
giving stupid brain well at least she knows one thing
she know how to suck it, she do it with the suction
if she at the party then i pull up to the function
lay the pipe then get my head out the gutter
only say it one time i ain’t gon stutter
if i said it twice then it mean that i trust ya
if i gotta do it imma do it like no other
lightning in a bottle, ok see i brought the thunder
made it rain on a stripper now she dancing in a puddle
throw it all on her chest just to watch the racks double
money showers in the bath while i’m blowing all the bubbles yeah

[chorus: joey zen]
i can see the proof of my products in the pudding
perfect placements of effort all i ever put in
ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe in
she keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing
i can see the proof of my products in the pudding
perfect placements of effort all i ever put in
ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe in
she keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing
[verse 2: fine$$e tha phantom]
she got lockjaw
now i’m about to beat it up like the southpaw
i really love her, she an angel but without flaws
she got a demon who live life like an outlaw
outlaw living, champagne sipping
manifestations comin to fruition
multiply b*tches, not good with addition
and if my girl listening then baby i’m kidding
we gon make the bed rock like we wilma and fred
i’m gon give her backshots like i left her for dead
i like to freestyle so i’m used to using my head
girl the nights over, why the f*ck you still in my bed?
you can spend the night, but you can’t be my wife
i got a hunnid options, imma live my life
my presence is a present, baby i’m a f*ckin prize
and when i’m stroking it yeah jus look me in the eyes
cut the top off the whip i divorced it
can’t f*ck with a native, my b*tch imported
cook up the soul yeah i feel jus like gordon
making b*tches kneel more than the lord did
and i’m counting up the checks of my endors*m*nts
all these rapper sound the same it’s getting boring
speak on what’s important, don’t be self absorbent
that’s why i only f*ck with the hors*m*n
can’t forget forty*seven, that’s some blood tied sh*t
and we growing everyday, nah we won’t die quick
we’re all talented as f*ck, that, you gotta admit
laughing at the ones who said i’ll fail, when i’m rich
b*tch
[chorus: joey zen]
i can see the proof of my products in the pudding
perfect placements of effort all i ever put in
ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe*in
she keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing
i can see the proof of my products in the pudding
perfect placements of effort all i ever put in
ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe*in
she keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing

[verse 3: j.r.c.]
know my time is here ain’t see me clear before
clearing checks ain’t cutting costs
that double deck home cost a lot
but listen close to all my notes
sopranos seem a lil low from up here this ain’t alto though my album old already
but i’m chopping up just like a machete
bet imma call or raise the pot
if pockets steady enough
ain’t f*ck with cheddi that ain’t popping it quick
p*ssy popping his lip
sitting on a pile of burning art like n*z*s and sh*t
but we ain’t earning disproportionate dollars
the way we flying it’s unlimited mileage
another cottage in bali
shout out my mama that’s mali
i bought her prada, her prodigy up now
don’t give a f*ck i’m a nominee
whole jaw wired up through the wire ain’t luck
i’m on my ye sh*t locked down in the stu cooking up
it’s crack music now i got em all shooting up
got em all shooting up

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