sesame street (extended version) - joey trap lyrics
[verse 1: joey trap]
run that bih’ up like a track meet
run that bih’ up like a track meet
gimme the pack and i might tax that
she gotta fatty, i might tap that
gimmie ya’ addy we pulling up to ya’ pad
then we gon pull out the rattle n’ go click clack ooh
i ride that bih’ like a boat with a sail on it
she suck my d-ck then i bail on her
i got a pack in a box that says mail on it
open it up and then sell it all
i’m from the street man i feel like sesame
all of these thotties wanna have s-x with me
whip it and flip it, i know the recipe
remember me, y’all n-gg-s been sleeping
but, now you texting me
she ride my d-ck like a skateboard
i get the bop, i don’t date wh-r-s
i gave her xanax, she might deep throat
i got my tool straight from home depot
[hook]
lit pimpin’, wrist pimpin’, whip pimpin’
sh-t, okay
p-ss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, yeah they sick
[verse 2]
i’m fly like a bird, uh huh
whatchu heard? uh huh
elmo, mm-mm. big bird
im first, you third , mm-mm
what’s the word? mm-mm
i don’t know, mm-mm, you scurred
im livin’ like grover
momma raised a soldier
call up bert and ernie
put you in a comma
call up my n-gg-s, we need like ten of them (ten of them)
look at my watch i look like a tennyson (ben tennyson)
pull up on n-gg-s and when we pull out a trigger
we finna put out that light like it’s thomas edison
wow
you n-gg-s trash like you oscar
i f-ck that b-tch broke her posture
pull up, we smokin’ them pistols is shootin my n-gg-s
got work like they rastas huh
(count with a n-gg- like)
one, ha ha
ha ha
two, ah ah
ah ah
three ha ha
ha ha
b-tches on my d-ck like i’m count ,ok
she don’t wanna f-ck, then gimme mouth ok
imma run that check up then i’m out , ok
i want that cookie like cookie monster
she keep calling me dad but i’m not her father
i pull up with big birds and we get it poppin’
i don’ know none of these n-gg-s but they been jocking
sh-t man
[pre-hook]
i’m from the street man i feel like sesame
all of these thotties wanna have s-x with me
whip it and flip it, i know the recipe
remember me, y’all n-gg-s been sleeping
and, now you texting me
okay, now
[hook]
lit pimpin’, wrist pimpin’, whip pimpin’
sh-t, okay
p-ss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, yeah they sick
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