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1400huncho - j0k3r lyrics
cash in the back pack
no school man
i ain’t had no help nah
got my own bands
anti social whip tints
can’t see that
j_panese designs all on my new pants
dash out
with a bad ho
all natural
meet up
with the whole team
looking casual
white boy
but i dont sh_t that make em bashful
if you want the beef
then we got a whole fridge full
pop two fent pills
now i can’t feel my toes
they capping for the likes
you f_cking d_ck
think you pinocchio
ridin’ round town
passing the lights
f_ck the five_o
slimin’ em out
i’m shining now
and you goin’ die slow
pop two percs
my brody said “chill its a tuesday”
spend his momma’s fortune on cocaine
made it back in like two days
brody spent again
and hit the rims
knocked off his toupee
up the glock nine
f_ck up the dj set in cruel ways
i ain’t tryna beef
done knocked yo granny
off the family tree
scamming me?
nah i’m swiping grannies
and i scam for fees
i ain’t ever tipped a stripper
done make her ass go dance for free
i stripped yo mans down
took two pounds
and got the xans for free
drank hitting
but this dank isn’t
i need another blunt
i ain’t smoking sherberts
hit my burner
if you need some runtz
had a strip party
my d_ck hardened
and then i took my ones
up the big forty
on lil shorty
cuz she didn’t wanna run
cash in the back pack
no school man
i ain’t had no help nah
got my own bands
anti social whip tints
can’t see that
j_panese designs all on my new pants
dash out
with a bad ho
all natural
meet up
with the whole team
looking casual
white boy
but i dont sh_t that make em bashful
if you want the beef
then we got a whole fridge full
i gotta ghost glock
to turn him into casper
i got two glocks
you know it don’t matter
me and fred hit the stu
you know i’ma snap her
b_tch i’m finna hit the field
you know i’ma trapper
yeah
i’m in the field we ain’t playing madden
i up the deuce deuce
now we up two
i ain’t shooting baskets
i’m a cold hearted n_gga
b_tch i got it from my daddy
b_tch i gotta watch my back
i’ll be d_mned if you stab me
i swear to god you getting smacked
i’m grabbing blam if i catch em
we got ten sticks and ten tricks
i swear we goin’ whack him
b_tch i’m in the stu
i’m sh_t talking
n_gga this ain’t rapping
i get too high i get to snappin
b_tch i be blabbin
b_tch i’m too high
i’m too fly
i’m dripped down in fashion
b_tch its five guys
with five sticks
like them fries
we goin bask em
i said i’m done with the percocets
but now i’m relapsing
i’ma real road runner
buckle up b_tch i’m crashing
spin a benz
we goin spin on yo friends
and hit yo mommas crib
how you homeless as f_ck
but i heard you gotta lotta bricks
obama on my necklace as a texan
don’t make a lotta sense
get him crossed off my checklist
just like a protestant
i remember always being rich as f_ck
i gotta lot to spend
you say you f_cked my b_tch
you got yo d_ck sucked by yo momma then
broke up with a b_tch
but me and her muf_ckin mom still friends
her momma just hit me up asking
“can you come play pickle ball this weekend?”
b_tch i’m rich as f_ck
having s_x at a country club in the deep end
shawty said “can you put it in the ass?”
and i said “it depends”
“as long as you ain’t wiped yo booty hole in three weekends”
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