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This a different level you heard Look Got bricks like free throw Purp make me lean back like Fat Joe Tool in my bitch purse, Home Depot Baby give me those straps you don't need those Yea I'm black and I'm Puerto Rican Said she wanna gimmie throat, now ya bitch eating They say Joey throwin' bands and never have a reason Kloud god bring hope nigga fuck a demon Bend it over she a thot bitch Young rich squad kloud gang fuck the opp shit Chinese food laumain we got chopsticks Sorry I won't ever push a broom where the mop sticks Wet 'em up, we gone wet 'em up Couple bands, on my wrist, I just wet it up Cocaine through her nose, she gon' sweat it out Think I'm married to the money, she won't lemme out Yeah my name Joey Trap hoe Niggas rocking wit me everywhere like a black coat My choppa sing hella loud like a c note Niggas looking for me can't find me Nemo Say it louder bitch I need more Made another hunnid bands still need more When it's coming to that paper Ima fiend tho Look ma no hands watch her deep throat Bitch I'm onna Keys And if you asking bout your girl that bitch is on her knees You know my music Ima do it always for the cheese So what I'm bouta do? I make her feet bleed Boop bop imma bleed the bitch Through 20 bands on the arm I AP'd the wrist He be tryina get up in my party he ain't make the list Shawty over here is bending over like the exorcist SH - Shake that laffy taffy feel like fabo on it Gangsters move in silence nina got potatoes on it Niggas iffy uh, like I got a rainbow on me She be shaking ass bust it down and bend it over Hell nah won't break me Blue strips blue print like Jay z Look alive non stop like Tay Keith New York 10 bands at Macy's This a real nigga party Sip a lot of lean or just pour up some Bacardi You can go ahead and dance, think the homegirl off a molly If you isn't turning up you not invited so I'm sorry aye Yeah my name Joey Trap hoe Niggas rocking wit me everywhere like a black coat My choppa sing hella loud like a c note Niggas looking for me can't find me nemo Say it loud bitch I need more Made another hunnid bands still need more when it's coming to that paper Ima fiend tho Look ma no hands watch her deep throat And bitch I'm onna Keys And if you asking bout your girl that bitch is on her knees You know my music Ima do it for always for the cheese So what I'm bouta do? I make her feet bleed Over Over Trap Bitch
Writer(s): Justin Joseph Kirkpatrick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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