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hova - joey trap lyrics

[intro]
ayy

[verse 1]
won’t somebody tell my enemies i’m a beast
imma’ need like ten a piece, imma’ feast
we gon’ leave his ass deceased on the beach
then we fly out overseas ’til it’s sweet
what’s with all the jealously, man that’s cold
imma’ live a legacy, so i’m told
i been drinking hennessy, on a roll
drop top kennedy, n*ggas fold
n*gga, i was with the gucci wallin’
in the club, we all lit, i’m rockin’ gucci probably
now your shawty on my d*ck, she probably off the molly
better watch that tone with me, cause we gon’ catch a body
but he know he don’t want smoke, he just won’t catch apart it
and i know you n*ggas broke because you not like me
shawty, i don’t know your name, yeah why you on your knees?
n*gga i be on philosophy, i’m socrates
you don’t want drama, please
the choppa could chop a tree

[chorus]
anyway, i got my ends in piece, hit the woah
shawty gon’ remember me when it’s over
i be sick like leprosy, n*ggas know
imma’ reach my destiny with the pole
i be with my sons in the trap spot, nova
i am not no regular rapper, treat me like hova
you just went to college, instead we gon’ trapiola
said he want a little bit, n*gga, i gave a boulder
but n*gga, you a deputy, not a sheriff
you be snitchin’ with no clarity
n*ggas copy my whole sh*t like it’s a parody
show a b*tch another l!ck, she wanna marry me
f*ck it, bend it over b*tch, this ain’t a charity
[verse 2]
shawty break down another level
see the fit scale, glisten match the diamonds on my wrist, uh
shake that ass b*tch, you get some money, i assist, uh
make it fast, b*tch i got some money to go l!ck, uh
when she leave, then she tryna’ pucker, i don’t kiss, uh
she buggin’, that b*tch for the streets
y’all been probably love her, no we talkin’, you could take a seat
i came out of nothing with a w, and now we eat
had to bring a choppa with a sour, thought we sweet, ayy
check another l!ck upon my next list
matter to the goal, cause the diamonds won’t depress us
i been see the vvs’s twinkle in that telsa
i need all my chains weighed, baby like it’s texas
i been on that cash til’ i desire
mac [?]
y’all probably know why
baby out here plotting on a mans with a drive*by
i be stackin’ money, i’m like d*mn, that sh*t get high

- joey trap lyrics

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