Joey Trap - Full Send lyrics

[Joey Trap - Full Send lyrics]

CBass, bitch look, look
Akachi on the beat, lil' bitch

Bro just got a pack, send that in
Swear my only friend, Benjamin
I be with the rock, like Lebron
Benzi on the dash, 110
I’ma do my dance, cause I'm ignit
I be in the Benz with a thick bitch
Audi on the road, it's a stick shift
I be on the stove, watch me flip shit
Bro just got a pack, send that in
Bro just got a pack, send that in
Bro just got a pack, send that in
Swear my only friend, Benjamin
Bro just got a pack, send that through
I just got a Rari, wrap it blue
Shorty try to fuck the whole crew
They saw Joey sick, fuck a flu

Why do pussy niggas act so tough?
Smoke a pussy nigga, like a dutch
Keep a pistol cause it come in clutch
See who shootin’ first, I'll call your bluff
Bitch, I go retarded i step out in Gucci
My blunt smell like I farted, ew
And your pussy startin'
My car so exotic, should be a trending topic
Look, chillin' on the tropics
I might fly yo' bitch out, she an alcoholic

Haha, nah, for real, your bitch drink a lot
My nigga, you need to-, that's a problem
Bro

Look, I just got a pack, now it's gone
Niggas really snakes, mow the lawn
She saw Microwave her favorite song
Now I got your shorty in a thong, look
She in a thong, look
And we at the crib, at the crib, look
At the crib, look
Shawty poppin' at the crib, look

Bro just got a pack, send that in
Swear my only friend, Benjamin
I be with the rock, like Lebron
Benzi on the dash, 110
I’ma do my dance, cause I’m ignit
I be in the Benz with a thick bitch
Audi on the road, it's a stick shift
I be on the stove, watch me flip shit
Bro just got a pack, send that in
Bro just got a pack, send that in
Bro just got a pack, send that in
Swear my only friend, Benjamin
Bro just got a pack, send that through
I just got a Rari, wrap it blue
Shorty try to fuck the whole crew
They saw Joey sick, fuck a flu

Nigga bet, I’ve been up in my bag
I done did margiela's in the jag
Pop out Louis Vuittons, I'm in the lambo
I peek at you, your pockets lookin' sad
Like Pikachu, I’m shockin' niggas, shock ya'
I just hit filet mignon, pasta
See these niggas fake, they some imposta's
I be smokin' loud like I'm a rasta
And we get it back, uh
Yo' bitch on my ass, uh
Stop callin' my phone, hoe

Nah, for real, bro, she's deadass callin' my
Phone every day, it's annoying, stop it
Blocked!
Look, I just got a pack, now it's gone
Niggas really snakes, mow the lawn
She saw Microwave her favorite song
Now I got your shorty in a thong, look

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