Joey Trap - MEAL TICKET lyrics

[Joey Trap - MEAL TICKET lyrics]

Ayy, Rolex's, uh
Purple codeine, uh, more bitches, ayy

Pop a Perky, shit has got me lazy
I won't show my face if you don't pay me
More bitches, yeah, no preference
Meal ticket, yeah, Rolex
Scottie Pippen, uh, four bitches
Island hoppin', so twisted, ayy
Bodies droppin', you know, nigga
And my shorty freaky, fuck her on the stove
Nigga ferragamo and Saint Laurent all
On my clothes, nigga
And I made this beat too, I
Thought I done told niggas, yeah
Y'all some snitches, purple sippin', ayy
Ooh, we trippin', ayy, nevеr missin', ayy
Meal ticket, yeah, Rolеx
Scottie Pippen, uh, four bitches
Purple smoking, eee-eee
Triple threat, eee-eee percocet, get geeked
I'm upset, eee-eee keep the shit on me
Don't want smoke, no, no
Nigga, I've been sippin' mud
I feel spectacular
Yo bitch in here suckin' blood
I call her Dracula
Keep a choppa-chop on me if you attackin' us
Don't want smoke, want smoke, want smoke
Want smoke, I'm backin' up, yeah
You already know me, huh
Shawty off codeine, huh
I turn your shorty to a fiend, huh
I don't get it, what you mean? Huh
Had to go and get a bankroll
Shawty love the way my back hold
Hit the club and get some brain, huh
Hit the club and make it rain, oh

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