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joey fatts - the code كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
fingernails dirty, i’ve been grinding since 4:30
magic on the block, won’t p-ss a rock if you’re not worthy
the bigs that used to curve me on my d-ck now
the n-ggas that wanted me dead wanna be friends now
but i don’t need no f-ck n-gga or b-tch, i’m threw with this sh-t
my ties that give n-ggas these clips, my whole d-ck don’t give a d-ck
unless that -ss fat enough for her to smuggle a brick
now i have a b-tch a whole 36, i think i’m going crazy
a n-gga been on some f-cking rogue sh-t lately
these n-ggas got nowhere, sipping with me 380
got if from the boys hide the work in the pampers of the baby
these n-ggas step back so i’m out of reach
got in my suit and tie now, their dough is not seen
they say death is at the tongue before my name, my n-gga
and you’ll be down f-ck n-gga, i’m not the one

[hook]
f-ck n-ggas, no, i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
trust these n-ggas, no, i don’t trust these n-ggas
love these hoes, no, i don’t love these hoes
ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code
f-ck n-ggas, no, i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
trust these n-ggas, no, i don’t trust these n-ggas
love these hoes, no, i don’t love these hoes
ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code

[verse 2]
about to turn up, john tuck, crane oughta come up
before i get my wing clubbed
and before the pigs try to get my wrist cuffed
gotta get it, never had it, brought it up and i let ’em have it
they talk, they chit chatter, drum roll please, yeah, i’m brick ‘
riding around town with your b-tch on me
she never wanna look for me, tattered b-tch, get on knees
you know she put her lips on me
loving these hoes, i’m gonna toss in the dough, if she drop it, i fall
and pick it up slowly, want your tips, gotta show me
standard t-ts on the folly, don’t you act like you know me
spilled the chris on my roley, f-ck a b-tch, f-ck her homie
there’s not enough tattered and phony
got the bricks out the u hall, i got that red nose, that rudolph
take a sniff, boy, you fruit ball, p-ssy
word around town is they ride it right
but we the homies wanna count commas, dropping by

[hook]

- joey fatts

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