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lirik lagu snapple – joyner lucas

whoo!
some n*ggas want to k!ll me i don’t care if y’all feel me i’m a motherf*ckin rider
a hundred t**th bites to your 23 strikes ima mothaf*ckin tiger
i used to grip hammers now i carry nick cannons like i wanna f*** mariah
your talkin bout bands but your hoppin out the van yous a motherf*ckin liar
trappin on the block with a choppa in the car but i never got caught
you heard all about me couple n*ggas try to out me but they never got far
shares to the dre’s couple shots to the face and the rest is all yours
don’t smile at my face with your drills at your face like a n*gga paul walsh
got shooters and them n*ggas all talk
jail posed with a cellphone and my n*ggas all call
few problems that i’m never gon solve
couple bad b*tches with some kids so i never go raw swear to god that i never go hard
drunk s*x on a rollercoaster b*tch you better hold on* and my cadillac really so soft
sh*t ima die in the booth till the heavens gon call
who the f*ck you think you f*ckin with i’m joyner* trappin inna corner gettin high but i ain’t have no marijuana
make a n*gga wanna die from paranoia
take your body dig a hole big enough to put a tractor on you* n*gga drownin and ain’t gettin out the water
double sided penny flippin dimes time to get a half a quarter
i don’t even think you need to have a lawyer
order in the court i’m the judge b*tch you gettin outta order motherf*cka
and i ain’t finna show you where the drugs at* f*ck rap
i ain’t give a f*ck about a crush back* trust that
pull my d*ck out and just make her suck that* bust that
hoes that who see me give you a nut bath* scrub that
feel like i’m ready to go above cats* up that
over your rims and under your hubcaps* puff that
smokin some sh*t that get you a come bat’ scumbag
imma submit em sick of them dumb rats
yeah i’m finna show you where the loves at* f*ck rap
i ain’t give a f*ck about a dumb stack* trust that
gucci and fendi and where the sun’s at* bust that
sh*t that you speakin and give you a bloodbath* scrub that
i’m more than ready to go above cats* up that
over your head and under your suncaps* puff that
spit at and kick you n*ggas and punt that like.. like spit
don’t your hear the drums hittin on the 808
i used to get a couple b*tches that’d pay to play
never really had sh*t but i mad a way* and all i gave em was some hard d*ck and some gatorade
p*ssy young and i’m doin what i had to do
back when i was just a n*gga with an attitude
grandma told me rap music ain’t an avenue so i went hard and now i’m flyin like a parachute
joyner lucas give a million with the man ho
workin so hard i forgot to change clothes
kickas h*lla soft rappers with the same flow* and all there f*ckin heads cotton candy and some rainbows
hold up* who you think you is?
imma go hard no matter who you say you is
i ain’t for the small talk big can put the strap and i’m to busy for distractions don’t be asking me no questions n*gga mind yo f*ckin business
they askin me questions* like
are you joyner? from paranoia?
put a tractor.. nih
n*ggas drownin and ain’t gettin out the water tryna.. tryna get to have a quarter
i don’t even think you really have a lawyer
order in the court i’m the judge b***h you gettin out of order
who the f*ck you think you f*ckin with i’m joyner
trappin in the corner gettin high but i ain’t have no marijuana
make a n*gga wanna die from paranoia
take your body dig a hole big enough to put a tractor on you
n*gga drownin and ain’t gettin out the water
double sided penny flippin dimes time to get a half a quarter
i don’t even think you need to have a lawyer
order in the court i’m the judge b*tch you gettin out of order motherf*cka

- joyner lucas

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