uberr - joey trap lyrics
[intro]
red lean look like cliford
cb-ss, b-tch
akachi on the beat, lil b-tch (aye!)
[pre-chorus]
up in the mornin’, i roll me a blunt
it’s only 7 am and i’m thinkin’ ’bout money, you thinkin’ ’bout stuff
sleep at your crib, boy you broke as a buck
i’m thinkin’ ’bout flyin’ out
i’ll go to miami just spyin’ out
you thinkin’ bout how to get high now
i’m thinkin’ i’ll maybe retire now
[verse 1]
you can’t even purchase a 10 sack
i smoke with my plug in the benz back
i post in my lab, it’s my hideout
got twenty locations and ten stacks
look, i swear my car got accessories
wrist comin’ out, lookin’ s-xy
call out the plays like a referee
there ain’t too many that mess with me
circle so small, i need motherf-ckin’ less of me
uh, look, uh
[chorus]
my b-tch is bad, her p-ssy is wet
back to the crib, i’m makin’ a wreck
look, look
back to the crib, i’m makin’ a wreck
ain’t even f-ck her, i play with the neck
she ain’t stay over, i uber that back, uh, yeah, look
she ain’t stay over, i uber that back
she ain’t stay over, i uber that, look
[verse 2]
smoke me a dutch, i’m finna roll me a blunt
i roll up all of my f-cks
the bentley is lit, i put a stick in the trunk
you p-ss-es don’t wan’ get hit
i don’t give a sh-t, like i’m on pepto
i’m out in daygo, catch me at petco
said i’m her padre, hoe call me daddy, uh
my new b-tch look like a baddy, uh
i’m gettin’ cake, like it’s patty, uh
i’m in that rari or caddy, uh
i prolly chill puerto rico, baby so thick i said she got a fatty, uh
tell you a story ’bout me and my n-gg-s
we roll through the hood with them triggers
just lookin’ for p-ssy , i hope we can pop
i don’t f-ck with cops, got evil to stop
big rollie face, it look like a clock
ya b-tch wanna f-ck, i just want the top
i need the mansion, need me the box
i feel like i’m patrick, stars on my watch
[bridge]
up in the mornin’, i roll me a blunt
it’s only 7 am and i’m thinkin’ ’bout money, you thinkin’ ’bout stuff
sleep at your crib, boy you broke as a buck
i’m thinkin’ ’bout flyin’ out
i go to miami just buy it now
you thinkin’ bout how to get high now
i’m thinkin’ i’ll maybe retire now, look
[verse 3]
i’m gettin’ bands that poppin’, mm
these haters is mad, they watchin’, mm
just spent 30,000 shoppin’, mm
play joey, their heads start boppin’, look, uh, what? b-tch
i met that shorty just yesterday
call her a lyft to my crib today
course we go up to a shopping mall
if she lucky we might have a dinner date
sike i’m kiddin’ your b-tch eat fish filet
haha, mcdonald’s
[chorus]
my b-tch is bad, her p-ssy is wet
back to the crib, i’m makin’ a wreck
look, look
back to the crib, i’m makin’ a wreck
ain’t even f-ck her, i play with the neck
she ain’t stay over, i uber that back, uh, yeah, look
she ain’t stay over, i uber that back
she ain’t stay over, i uber that, look
[outro]
smoke me a dutch, i’m finna roll me a blunt
i roll up all of my f-cks
the bentley is lit, i put a stick in the trunk
you p-ss-es don’t wan’ get hit
i don’t give a sh-t, like i’m on pepto
i’m out in daygo, catch me at petco
said i’m her padre, hoe call me daddy, uh
my new b-tch look like a baddy, uh
i’m gettin’ cake, like it’s patty, uh
i’m in that rari or caddy, uh
look
baddie
its joey trap call me daddy
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