Текст Joey Trap – Tables II
Текст:
Yo you niggas still can’t sit with us stupid
I did the loubitains these is Gucci’s now
You heard?
Young rich squad man you boys cant even sit with us
New block blower pull up on you fonem paint you up
I get legal money I don’t fuck with all that shady stuff
Ride through the street in the whip Issa spaceship uh
I’m in the boof like a day shift uh (bitch)
Girl wanna cuff I don’t date bitch uh (thot)
Dive off the stage Ima break shit (what?)
You be mad ,I be high as fuck
Man you haters sound annoying like you Donald Duck
If you was thinking I won’t blow up then you outta luck
I like to use the baby drakeo got a lot of buck
And I can’t never be a vegan boy I love cheese
Prolly thought I’m a Custodian I touch keys
I just baught a Rollie for my wrist call that time freeze
I don’t wanna hear you move ya lips
Bitch do not speak
She gon fuck me at her crib until her man off
Keep a 50 round drum Zach Randolph
Niggas really tweaking with that 9 no bath salts
Shooter with the scope finna aim and take your ass off
Ion know what’s broke bitch I work hard
And I used to watch rock soap and sip wok hard
Police try to say they saw it on us bitch that’s not ours
All my niggas bang red or blue like a cop car
Smoke dope loud pack this Jamaican
Bag it up in 5 I ain’t never have no patience
I used to smoke dope out that crib that was vacant
Niggas tweaking on you in some mufucking sb’s
Ion wanna fuck you baby girl I want your bestie
I been puttin green all in my pockets so they healthy
I always be right but I’m shooting like a lefty
Bitch
Nigga why these niggas mad
Haha
Nigga I been in my bag
Nigga why these niggas mad
Nigga I been in my bag
Bitch
Why these niggas mad
Nigga I been in my bag
Why these niggas mad
Nigga I been in my bag
Why these niggas mad hoe
Nigga I been in my bag hoe
Why these niggas mad hoe
Nigga I been in my bag hoe
Why you mad I get bread now
Put in work so my pockets looking fed now
Young rich squad these my brothers ain’t no friends now
Get another check through the mail like a pen pal
Ride trough the street in my whip issa space ship
I be in the booth 9 to 5 issa day shift
Girl wanna cuff sorry boo I don’t date shit
Dive off the stage with the mic Ima break shit
(Gang)
DUMMY
STUPID
STUPID
Альбом
Joey Trap – Trap Jack 3
