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joey trap - ew كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(akachi in this mother f_cker)
yo’, yo’, yo’

[chorus: joey trap]
this that sh_t that make you do that bl!cky dance
got me gripping on my pants they so heavy from these bands, yo’
clap it for me if you really wanna dance
tell yo’ shorty raise her hands
know we all about them bands, yo’
she gon’ twerk it while she do a hand stands
bust my chopper like a fan, we be strumming like a banjo

[verse 1: joey trap]
clap it for me if you really tryna buck
got some b_tches wanna f_ck
so let’s keep the toolie tucked, yo’
spanish harlem n_gga smoking on some runtz
smoke that big double dutch
grab some philies when it’s tough, yo’
n_ggas always wanna run a n_gga fade
save the beefy sh_t for lunch
keep the bl!cky case he punch, like, ew
i’m already rich but i need billions, ew
no i’m not a regular civilian, ew
‘member we was in them project buildings, ew
bust a bottle down with some brazilians, ew
then i took yo shorty down to neimans
marcus, i heard you was a narc, boy, you scheming
fiending n_ggas mad the rollie diamonds gleaning
but stop it you know i been that topic, we steaming
hot boy, i think i’m hot, boy, i’m on the block, boy
11:34 and i’m still sipping on some shots, boy, yeah
i ain’t mean to say i drop boys
no pop boys, soda pop, boy, it’s not, boy
choppa pop, boy, uh, yo’, it’s a glock, boy
in tokyo, i’m looking for some p_ssy, it’s a thot, boy
lot of ex’s looking for revenge
this world is finna end so i don’t need no friends, but…
[chorus: joey trap]
this that sh_t that make you do that bl!cky dance
got me gripping on my pants they so heavy from these bands, yo’
clap it for me if you really wanna dance
tell yo’ shorty raise her hands
know we all about them bands, yo’

[verse 2: ybn nahmir]
got a hundred bands stacked on a hundred bands
shawty on my d_ck, she wanna f_ck ’cause she know i’m the man
i need a percentage, you wanna sell some packs up in my land
get a bag and then you get to f_ck ho’s
my young n_ggas grimy savage, know they cut throat
i take yo’ money and then i’m breaking down that lil’ ho’
she on the blade, she make that fetti, yeah, in pesos
i’m on the north, i’m somewhere cooling where you can’t go
i need a brick of white girl and that’s alina
when i was in school, i was f_cking under bleachers
take the trip to j_pan, go to akina
i grew my dreads, now i’m feeling like a rasta
why that boy acting fake? yo’, he impostor (akachi in this mother f_cker)
copped a rollie, it cost me ’bout 40 bands
i’ll slap a n_gga even if my hand broke
still that same n_gga bouncing out with 44s
ayy, tell that model in boost mobile, yeah, we trap b_tch
went and bought a house and some ice when i got rich
my lil’ b_tch bang the set with all her kids
from aob to la they know what it is
[verse 3: joey trap]
from new york to sd
you know how we rock
ybn, yrs you know how we talk
flash back to been broke i was on the block
now i’m nasty, but bet ya’ shawty give me top

[outro: joey trap]
ew, gross, ew

- joey trap

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