Caskey - Double Jointed lyrics

In the kitchen and it’s Taysty

They was prayin’ that I lose
I left ’em disappointed
I ain’t tryna talk for nothin’
Gotta make appointments
I’m like the point guard, homie
And you ain’t appointed
My girl goin’ both ways
Like she double jointed

Listen homie, you don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems

Honestly, I got too much flavor, man
For my color
Smokin’ while I make a low purchase
I’m a high seller
They face red ’cause he blew
Up like the sky color
How I’m gon’ be grounded while
I’m walkin’ with the sky-dweller?
Out in LA but in Florida
Where I’m really home
I done stole the wave but
I don’t be rockin’ Billabong
Hit the bong then I brought a milli’ home
My girl the realest even if
We make them titties silicone
Y’all thirsty for the clout and tryna hydrate
You wasn’t with me shootin’ in the gym
We wasn’t top 8 on MySpace
Try me in the livin’ room
You dyin’ by the fireplace down to earth
But I’ll send your ass to a higher place

They was prayin’ that I lose
I left ’em disappointed
I ain’t tryna talk for nothin’
Gotta make appointments
I’m like the point guard, homie
And you ain’t appointed
My girl goin’ both ways
Like she double jointed

Listen homie, you don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems

Okay, I made it out the city like a madman
Got problems with Batman
I’m him now, don’t care what I have been
They admirin’ the ice and the Aston
They say they like my accent
Was losin’ in the past tense
I’m winnin’ now
Rocks in the charm like I’m Jigga now
I got a issue, I go send my dogs, tell ’em
"Get ’em now"
Straight up, I ain’t ever been jealous
Made a million from a O
I’m from the four-o-seven
Gotta stop, I could get the drop
Even if they in the hardtop
I could win the pot
Even if it’s at the hard rock
Cock, back, peace, let it squeeze
‘Fore I ever let somebody come
And get the cheddar cheese

They was prayin’ that I lose
I left ’em disappointed
I ain’t tryna talk for nothin’
Gotta make appointments
I’m like the point guard, homie
And you ain’t appointed
My girl goin’ both ways
Like she double jointed

Listen homie, you don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems, aight?
You don’t want no problems
You don’t want no problems