Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Joey Trap

EW

 

EW

(album: Playlist For The End Of The World (Deluxe) - 2020)


[Joey Trap:]
This that shit that make you do that blicky 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

Clap it for me if you really tryna buck
Got some bitches wanna fuck
So let's keep the toolie tucked yo
Spanish Harlem nigga smoking on some runtz
Smoke that big double Dutch
Grab some philies when it's tough, yo'
Niggas always wanna run a nigga fade
Save the beefy shit for lunch
Keep the blicky case he punch, yo'
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 niggas 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 pussy 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...

This that shit that make you do that blicky 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'

[YBN Nahmir:]
Got a hundred bands stacked on a hundred bands
Shawty on my dick, she wanna fuck '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 fuck ho's
My young niggas 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 fucking under bleachers
Take the trip to Japan, go to Akina
I grew my dreads, now I'm feeling like a Rasta
Why that boy acting fake? Yo', he impostor
Copped a rollie, it cost me 'bout 40 bands
I'll slap a nigga even if my hand broke
Still that same nigga bouncing out with 44s
Ayy, tell that model in Boost Mobile, yeah, we trap bitch
Went and bought a house and some ice when I got rich
My lil' bitch bang the set with all her kids
From AOB to LA they know what it is

[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
Ew, gross, ew

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?