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EYES
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Joey Trap
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(Young Rich Squad) Yo', mm, mm, yo' n***as be beefing a lot I don't do none of the talking, just chill with my shorty If he want smoke, send my bro He pull up with the action and bust with a .40 I'm with yo' b*t*h getting naughty She drop her pants, my whip is so sporty Do what the streets always taught me Stack up my bread and just watch where you walking I know he pu**y, he talking, but never action You know I'm packing I do this sh*t with a passion That's why I'm splashing Diamonds is dancing You n***as stuck in the past and I'm in the future Race me, I'll lose ya' You n***as copy, you junior My n***as shoot, ya' chopper gon' tune ya' I had to get in my bag, I had to get bread I can't do the broke I just be sipping that Henny, I smoke on that gas I can't do the coke I'm in that Phantom, like Danny Yo' b*t*h drop her panties as soon as I spoke Young n***as getting that money I laugh to the bank like that sh*t is a joke We just be vibe I'm with the gang, we call it the tribe Get with the time Jewish and sh*t, but my lawyer still bribe Can you describe me? b*t*h I'm the king, just know I get live I'm with the tommy Ain't no Hilfiger, this chopper gon' drive b*t*h, you a mess You need a pack? Then say less My n***as is blessed Aim at ya' top, f**k a vest Yo' b*t*h giving neck, she like how I dress I'm 21, so I'm stressed a millionaire Who would of guessed? I'm finna floss like it's crest I'm doing my thing, shorty, you know the rest This one don't need any hook, I came here to gas, you came here to fish I got my sh*t from the cook, you know he the chef, his special the brick I write my sh*t like a book, it's easy to me, why you n***as look p*ssed? I'm sorry, shorty, you shook? I know that you love me, I'm never gon' kiss You n***as weird, my n***a I'm never gon' fear no n***a I'm talking 'bout You prolly fear my n***as 'Cause we with the peels and triggers, I'm talking 'bout Banana clip on the AK Send 'em out, have you hit on the same day I did this sh*t for the pay day How we living, we ain't take the Safeway b*t*h, I might shoot a n***a Meet my ruger, n***a, yeah, yeah I did the drums on this beat Like Lex Luger, n***a, yeah yeah 'Kachi, he snapped on the melly It's free that boy Melly, I think about murder If I ain't rap, I'ma felly Just wishing for opps showing up, Timmy Turner b*t*h, I'm the best, feel like a winner You know the vibe Eat chicken breast, had that for dinner You know what time, I know I'm blessed b*t*h, I'm a sinner, we finna die Gucci my vest So if you gon' kill me, shoot at my eyes You better shoot at my eyes n***a better Boy, better shoot me right in my f**king head, you shoot at me, n***a n***as finna die today
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