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dabbin' in traffic - joye lyrics

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[verse 1]

yo b-tch ain’t worth loose change nigga
my flow saddam hussein nigga
i might just fuck two dames nigga
one thing i don’t know your boo name nigga

i pulled up at the blue flame with her
i want me a black mulsanne nigga
give a fuck bout you, you a lame nigga
walked in no shirt 2 chainz nigga

right now i’m feeling like two chains nigga
pipe down before my whole crew swing nigga
my crew just like wu-tang nigga
them folks saying “joye you changed nigga”

[chorus]

dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
young nigga dabbin’ in traffic
b-tch i’m dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
whoa

[verse 2]

spent racks just on one watch nigga
my best friend the plug come shop nigga
i just left out the gun shop nigga
bought two big straps one glock nigga

lotta bankrolls in a lunchbox nigga
b-tch suck me like a bomb pop nigga
i’m joye and i’m a rich young hot nigga
they said you only get one shot nigga

that’s cool, ill let off one shot nigga
in college park feeling like yung joc nigga
top drop imma need sunblock nigga
hell yea hell yea i’m a hot nigga

[chorus]

dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
young nigga dabbin’ in traffic
b-tch i’m dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
whoa

dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
young nigga dabbin’ in traffic
b-tch i’m dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic

[verse 3]

4 hoes and its just me and goose nigga
hell yea nigga went and got a coupe nigga
like a brand new puppy no roof nigga
i’m sick might need a lot of soup nigga

i’m dabbing in my new prada suit nigga
i can rap and show you how to hoop nigga
fuck y’all, y’all know i’m a real nigga
this shit right here not hilfiger

i still don’t give a fuck about a deal nigga
your b-tch ain’t bad but ill still hit her
y’all need to chill nigga
my neck and my wrist is on nigga

[muted chorus]

dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
young nigga dabbin’ in traffic
b-tch i’m dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
whoa

[verse 4]

i got something for your b-tch to feel nigga
i ball fresh prince uncle phil nigga
i ball just like dr. phil nigga
fuck 12 all they want to do is k!ll niggas

my mamma still stay on adamsville nigga
no no no no i’m for real nigga
she want a whole lot of green like a dill pickle
fuck that if you ain’t money won’t deal with you

your pack a’int loud boy
p-ss your broad to my boy cause he’ll flip her
when i’m fucked up might just spill liquor
if i take a nigga b-tch then he’ll miss her

[chorus]

dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
young nigga dabbin’ in traffic
b-tch i’m dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
whoa

dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
young nigga dabbin’ in traffic
b-tch i’m dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
dabbin’ in traffic
whoa

(dabbin’ in traffic b-tch)

[outro]

now that i’m feeling this cash
i walk in the building and dab
the ceiling i’m peeling it back
now that i’m feeling relaxed

my diamonds is chill and they black
how is you feeling that [?]
i’m rhyming for real and its facts
made a k!lling i’m chilling with racks

my b-tch is brazilian and bad
try me a mill and get smashed
walk in the building in dab

- joye lyrics

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