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Joey Trap

3 Way

 

3 Way

(album: STFU - 2020)


[Joey Trap:]
Joey, you killed this
Awwwwww yeahhhh, haha
Threeway (TRAP)
Your bitch want a threeway (Uh-huh, a threeway?)
Yeah, uh, huh
I like my— yeah
I like my— yeah

I like my bitches ass too fat, it cannot fit up in her jeans
I like fucking from the back, cover her mouth, make that bitch scream
Got the Rollie flooded out, my diamonds bright just like a dream
I keep the Blicky covered up, I pull it out, you see the beam
AHHH
Always keep a chopper, duck, duck, duck, duck, goose
No, I didn't stutter, f-f-f-fuck you (Bitch)
Bitches on my dick, kinda faded off mushrooms
I don't give a fuck about the movie, I'ma cum soon (Bitch)
Ahaha, yeah
I need me a milli', roll another filly
Littest in the city, flow is always chilly
I stay with the reaper like I'm Mandy or I'm Billy (Yes, sir)
My bitch pussy fat, hit it from the back (Back)
Cannot fit her pants, even from the Sax
Took your bitch shopping, she gon' see my sidepiece
Now she finna top me, she know that I'm Papi
Never flowing sloppy, niggas always copy
I been sipping Codeine, double cups, this isn't coffee

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, you know who should hop on this?
[Tokyo's Revenge:]
Good morning, uh-woo
[Joey Trap:]
TOKYO

[Tokyo's Revenge:]
I don't get along with you niggas, no rap cap
Magic with a strap like a wizard and a backpack
Niggas tryna flex driving civics with a hatchback
Fuck boy, niggas ducking smoke just like Aflac
Blastoise, shots in your back with that cannon
Bad choice, I'm fire type, you get damaged
Bad joints, we gon' pop out, make you panic
Asteroids, I'm simply not from this planet, uh
I'm seeing this shit with my mind's eyes, uh
So I keep me a stick for that fah-fah, uh
You went awoken my mental, my haven
I'm grinding like pavement
This ain't no muhfucking drive-by, yeah
This time, run up on your blindside (Bitch)
You say you talk on the internet
You see my silhouette behind you, hide, hide
I turn your boyfriend to a bitch
Boy, you get cursed
Just like a witch, I keep a stick, uh
Led on my lap like she tryna x-ray my dick

Ahem
Then she throw that fucking neck just like a lynch
Okay

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?