Lyrics Joey Trap – Lois Lane

I’m that, uh, I’m that, what?
I’m that nigga, huh?
I’m that, hehe (Aye!)

I’m that nigga, huh?

Feel like Flacka, in the paint, I’m goin’ hard
These bitches flock, they’ve been this way from the start
I just got the Bentley couple, it’s push to start
Got a bitch in NYU, she’s so smart
Plus I got the new whip, paddle shift
Skrtin’ out, nigga talkin’, he a pussy
Watch your mouth and be a saint, there’s killers after you
Mommas house, I don’t want a conversation, fuck you talkin’ ’bout?
I just got it, I just caught it, uh
I just get it, uh, you just do it, like my Nikes, uh
Boyfriend get it, uh, with the Trueys, bitches want me, uh (True)
Bitches love me, uh, yes, I knew this, boy, the choppa, uh
With the jump, we can shoot it, boy, forget it, boy
Guess who knew it? Yes, I knew this, yes, I knew this, boy (Stupid!)
Got the choppa, uh, with the drum, we can shoot it, boy
Yes I knew this, yes, you know this, thought you knew this, boy
I just do what I say, uh, you just do what I say, uh
Prolly on an island, uh, smokin’ dope with my bae, uh
I’m turnin’ up, yo, let’s celebrate, uh

I’m that nigga, huh?
Codeine got me crippled, uh
My bitch come in triples, uh
Double D, I dip her, uh
My bitch look like Lois Lane
Mm, yours Lois Griffin
Fucked that bitch, forgot her name, uh
She’s always bitchin’, ooh

Feel like I’m a family guy, y’all my sons, not no Stewie
Y’all is wack, y’all is Chris cause you fuckin’ goofy
Never beg, someone tell that through to Meg
Shut the fuck up, bitch, you’s a suck up, bitch, uh
I don’t fuck up, bitch, uh, all my niggas rich, yeah
I’m in a Superman whip, with a super bad bitch
Y’all just super mad broke and that is super tragic, look
Look, I fucked around and got rich
Your bitch is all on my dick
She want to swallow my kids
I wanna go and get bread, uh
You niggas all about, you niggas only be mad
Then I pull up in that jag’, mm
I fucked that bitch and then spazzed out
Go to the mall and I cashed out
Look, go to the mall and I cashed out
She never been to the trap house
Show her around, then I smash out
After I fuck her, she pass out
My bitch look like Lois Lane
Joey be smokin’ that flame, Joey the best in the game, what?
Joey the best in the game, Joey the best and that’s facts
Joey the best in the game, Joey the best in the game
My bitch look like Lois Lane, uh
Superman whip, I’m insane, uh, bitch

It’s Joey
I run that bitch up, like it’s a track meet, uh
Joey that boy with the pump
Durag on me like I’m-
Hehe, look, over