Joey Trap - LICKED lyrics

[Joey Trap - LICKED lyrics]

Turnt in the club
Shake that ass to the floor
Bitch, how low can you go
We ain't playin’ limbo
They already know, bitch, I'm Sub Zero
Keep that stick, keep that pole
Like a fuckin' limo, that’s extended
Bitch too turnt off the Remy
She tweak like she Demi, you
Can't get a penny, lil' bop
What the fuck do you mean?
I just hopped in a Benz and
Then dipped off the scene, like ghost
Ain't Pac-Man, go ghost
In this white Rolls Royce, bitch
I feel like the Pope, on Jesus
Bitch, big Trap is a genius
No wonder my head so big on the scene
Man, it's hard concrete, spit tough
Broke my teeth in (Broke my teeth in)
My chop big buck for a
Beef and these niggas hate
Fuck it, then they hate when we reachin'
My bro keep that big block, blow
It for a reason like, ayy
Two G's on my belt
Big bro bang blood, big B's how we felt
I was just 21 with VV’s in my mouth
Swim through the water like
We Michael Phelps, on the gang
Young Rich Squad, I don’t bang
But this big chop do
Let my phone, let it ring, sing
No Akon, let it sing
Ride through Cadillac, niggas know
I'm the king, on thing
Shoutout my nigga K3
Paranoia in the trap, like my nigga Dave East
2020, bitch, same nigga, same beast
I got 2020 vision for this
Chop, let it reach, bitch, ayy
I’m too big for this shit
New i8 small, I'm too big for this whip
Just 5'5, but this stick get you licked
That's on my God, I don’t cap

Have my bitch get you, psh
Have my bitch get you licked, uh uh
Have my bitch get you split
Have my bitch get you licked, yo', ayy

Ask gang, gang, gang, gang
Bitch, do your thing, thing, thing, thing
Hurricane Chris, A Bay Bay Bay Bay
Bitch, fuck it up, don't play, play, play
Play (Ayy, look)
My bitch bad, like she Kim K
Been led this shit, like a sensei
MK, Mortal Kombat, where your man stay?
AR, big choppa spray with the safe off
Outside with your main bitch
Fuckin' on your main bitch
She givin' me brain, bitch
Yeah, with this choppa, let it sing, bitch
(yeah) phone always ring, bitch
Do just what I say, shit
That's why I let that bitch do
It while I face it
Pop a bottle, fuckin' cases
Shorty buss it open 'cause your
Shorty tryna taste it
Yeah, we always gettin' big bread
Shorty fuckin' 'cause I call her big head, uh
Tell her bend it over, get her legs spread
Uh
Used to pour the wocky in the big red, psh
That shit have me sleep
She gon' buss some ass and I know shorty deep
But she came for this ock
Got this red rollie face like
There's blood on my watch
I might stomp on the opps and
Get blood on my socks
Bro hit the trump in the block
I won't talk to no feds
Never chop with no cops
If it's me and my guys
Then my lips gon' stay locked
I remember, I was just trappin' November
These niggas was sleepin'
Now I got my bread up
That's facts and you know where we at
When I pop out the crib
I don't know how to act and we
Outside with your main bitch
Fuckin' on your main bitch
She givin' me brain, bitch
Yeah, she smart like it's Cambridge, uh
I threw it in the rain, bitch

Have my bitch get you licked, psh
Have my bitch get you licked, uh uh
Have my bitch get you split
Have my bitch get you licked

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