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Joyner Lucas - What's That? (AUDIO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joyner Lucas
Joyner Lucas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Lucas Jr
Gary Lucas Jr
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leo Son
Leo Son
Producer
UNKWN
UNKWN
Producer
ADHD Productions
ADHD Productions
Producer

Songtexte

Can't catch me when I'm too damn fast (skrrrt, skrrrt) Ayy, you can't last Worked too hard just to turn back now If they don't like me, that's too damn bad (ayy) Bitch don't touch what you can't have (yuh) Yeah, you can't have Just 'cause I fuck, don't mean she mine I tossed that bitch with a two-hand pass I just tied up Khaled, now I got the keys Straight from the block, I hop out the P's (brrrat, brrrat) Joyner got niggas that'll hop out and squeeze (brat, brrrat) Leave a nigga jumpin' out his Dada Supremes (brrrat) I gotta breathe I don't get enough credit, bitch, shout out to me Snitch ass bitch just brought out the D's (skrrt) Wu-Tang shit, I brought out the bees Ayy worked too hard to go back to the days Where I made just a minimum wage, what's that? (Ayy ayy ayy) I need head three times a day If not we ain't on the same page, what's that? Google fucking up my net worth Say I got two, three M's to my name, what's that? Nigga I done made at least 20 M's, bitch, better fix that shit I'm paid, what's that? (Brrt, brrt) This a flex, this ain't a pissin' test (skrrt) Fuck the disrespect, I gotta interject I gotta lift the weight, tell all my bench to press (okay) My life been the shit, you niggas been depressed You either misdirected or you incorrect I got a Smith & Wesson, let it rip your flesh And let it split your neck until you missing sections I'm an evil curse inside a bigger blessing, nigga (brrat, ayy) I don't wanna be in no relationship I don't need no one playing with my head, what's that? I made too much money last year Uncle Sam took half of my bread, what's that? I know you really want the 'Rari But you had to settle for the 'Vette instead, what's that? Lil bitch stuck in my web, what's that? Doc said I'm off of my meds, what's that? (La la la la la) (La la la la la) (La la la la la) I don't even smoke, nigga (la la la la la) And l'm-I feel like smoking today (la la la la la) Ayy, back in the days I was nickel and dimin' (la la la la la) They want my soul, but won't give me a diamond (la la la la la) I want it all, I'ma dig in your pockets (la la la la la) She wanna fuck me to get in my wallet (woah, what's that?) (la la la la la) My rims are clean, they be sitting in comet (la la la la la) I'm 'bout to count all my commas in private (la la la la la) Our bank account ain't got nothin' in common, nigga (look) (la la la la la) And your common sense don't make cents with my commas (la la la la la) If you got no sense or no commas don't comment (la la la la la) Bitch, I'm so wavy, I live on a island (la la la la la) Nah scratch that I'm floatin' on stars and eatin' some ramen I'm not from this world I got houses on comets, I promise Yeah, I been trappin' out the motherfuckin' hallway Niggas ain't learn, now they gotta learn the hard way (woo) Empty my clip like John Wayne Niggas wanna play, they must think it's a Broadway (ooh) Oh, you want beef? That's okay Bitch, it's a wrap, that's word to Chipotle (uh) Lock shit down like probate In your bitch mouth, that's word to Colgate (mmm) I kept the nine up in my momma crib (bah) Was sellin' nickels and dimes, then the Klonopins (bah) I had the juice on my mind, thought I was Radames (bah) I kept some niggas in line, they knew what time it is (bah, bah) I gotta go back to the times when I was packagin' (bah) Tryin' to get out the back of the projects where my auntie live (bah, bah) Up in the trap or apartments, couldn't sit back and recline (bah, bah) 'Cause up in the back of my mind I knew it was a matter of time before I die (bah, brrrt) Cyborg (cyborg) Niggas wonder why I got a different color eye for (aye) My Lord (my Lord) Terminator Lucas knock a nigga off his high horse (pew) Sky born (skrrt) I'm the type of nigga that honest bitches'll lie for I'm the type of nigga that all you bitches'll die for I'm the type of drug that a sober bitch'll get high for (brrrt, ayy) I don't wanna be in no relationship I don't need no one playing with my head, what's that? I made too much money last year Uncle Sam took half of my bread, what's that? I know you really want the 'Rari But you had to settle for the 'Vette instead, what's that? Lil bitch stuck in my web, what's that? Doc said I'm off of my meds, what's that? (La la la la la) (La la la la la) (La la la la la) (La la la-) Because when I got back and I found out that he'd stolen Lies have gotten all of us into so much trouble
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