lirik lagu yung joc (remix) – tiacorine
[chorus: tiacorine]
if i had a d*ck it would be soft
’cause you talkin’ too much now i’m peed off
i’ma f*ck you and go take my weave off
i’ma would if i could i’m a tree top
[verse 1: tiacorine]
you a good lookin’ bird, you a peac*ck
and my music be keepin’ the streets hot
we gon’ have us some babies at wedlock
’cause that coochie make that n*gga’s leg lock
and one push of your head give a topknot
she gon’ ride by my crib wit a card lock
man, it’s goin’ down, b*tch playin’ yung joc
he ain’t playin’ that, so n*ggas pop pop
i mean how you can’t f*ck wit your socks off
need a percocet now take a band off
i thought we was gon’ fight but you ran off
now you makin’ me dry, turn the fan off
you ain’t tired, your d*ck need a pep talk
and i know that this summer yo’ head blocked
i’m a gemini n*gga, i flip flop
if we beefin’, i’m still runnin’ drug top
and it’s only for you, got a soft spot
you was joggin’ and trappin’ off hotspot
[refrain: tiacorine]
word
word (yuh)
word
word (okay)
word
word (huh?)
word
word (oh f*ck)
[chorus: tiacorine]
if i had a d*ck it would be soft
’cause you talkin’ too much now i’m peed off
i’ma f*ck you and go take my weave off
i’ma would if i could i’m a tree top
if i had a d*ck it would bе soft
’cause you talkin’ too much now i’m peed off
i’ma f*ck you and go take my weavе off
i’ma would if i could i’m a tree top
[verse 2: luh tyler]
n*ggas talkin’ too much, got me p*ssed off
b*tch, i’m high off the gas, bout to lift off
b*tch, my pockets gettin’ fatter than rick ross
gettin’ money and i’m stackin’ that sh*t tall
if a n*gga out here playin’ around with the guys
bro done make ’em hit the criss*cross
everyday i hit the booth and i step on the mic
n*gga that’s what i’m gettin’ rich off
[bridge: luh tyler]
n*gga i got racks (racks)
racks (racks)
racks (racks)
n*gga i got racks (racks)
racks (racks)
racks (racks)
man these n*ggas ain’t get no bag (bag)
bag (bag)
bag (bag)
all my b*tches, they be bad (bad)
bad (bad)
bad (bad)
on gang n*gga, yeah
[outro: luh tyler]
my b*tch so bad and i love her friend
sh*t don’t make no sense
i had to cut that b*tch off
she always on games, but she must think i’m playin’
lil’ boy, step yo game up
your b*tch in a honda, my b*tch in a benz
and my n*gga, he get rowdy just like ronda
he’ll knock out yo man’s (knock out yo man’s bro)
skeet
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