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    Joey Trap feat. YBN Nahmir – EW [2020]

    Künstler:
    Joey TrapYBN Nahmir

    [Intro]
    (Akachi in this mother fucker)
    Yo’, yo’, yo’

    [Chorus: 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 stand
    Bust my chopper like a fan, we be strumming like a banjo

    [Verse 1: Joey Trap]
    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 runts
    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, 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…

    [Chorus: Joey Trap]
    This that shit that make you do that blicky dance
    Got me gripping on my pants they 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’

    [Verse 2: 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 Fendi, 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 (Akachi in this mother fucker)
    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

    [Outro: 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


    Künstler:
    Joey TrapYBN Nahmir


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