Joey Trap - No Attachments lyrics
[Joey Trap - No Attachments lyrics]
808 Mafia ayy, yo
Look, yo, look, yo
Flex god on the beat, tell by the base
Yo Spin the block, we ready
I'm lookin' sharp, machete
Walking with bands, they heavy
Joey be countin' the 'fetti
"Joey, with bitches that's bad"
I never check any tags
Look at they faces mad
I walk out the bank and I laugh
Been gettin' this bread since a juvenile
Probably why I be flowin' unusual
All my teachers said that I
Was a stupid child
Now I hop out a tub with a Gucci towel
Bitch, I made more than a doctor
I eat filet with the pasta
Pussy nigga want drama
Send 22 up at your mama
I'm steady shootin' out the llama
I never lose, I'm countin' commas
Your girl is strippin' her pajamas
I beat the pussy, like a boxer
Never provoke a bitch, uh
She finna throat the dick, uh
Shawty was so convinced, uh
That I fell in love and shit, look
Coca-Cola doing back-flips
VVS' on me dancin' one night, No attachments
I kick her out 'cause I'm a savage
I put my watch in the fridge
I keep a K with a clip
I never play with a bitch
Want me to sign on her tit's
It's 'cause a young nigga rich, huh?
It's 'cause they know I'm the shit, huh?
It's 'cause she liking my style
I might just buy her Channel, huh?
Look, a nigga said they "know a nigga"
But they never knew me
Why you gotta lie to kick it?
Sippin' on the
Never mind what's in a Nigga cup
Just know this isn't cider nigga
I just spent a bag on Robin jeans
I'm in the Gucci store, my zippers clinkin'
Nigga diamonds on me, water V V V
V'S, S is in the sink, my nigga
My life should be MTV
But them niggas hatin' on me
Bet these police envy me when they
Want to pull me over look
I just pull up in the Benz
I wanna fuck on her friends
I'm finna fuck on yo look
Your bitch is all on my dick
Told me to put in the tip
You know I gave that bitch half, huh
Full thing would kill a lil bitch, look
Look, yo, look, yo
Flex god on the beat, tell by the base
Yo Spin the block, we ready
I'm lookin' sharp, machete
Walking with bands, they heavy
Joey be countin' the 'fetti
"Joey, with bitches that's bad"
I never check any tags
Look at they faces mad
I walk out the bank and I laugh
Been gettin' this bread since a juvenile
Probably why I be flowin' unusual
All my teachers said that I
Was a stupid child
Now I hop out a tub with a Gucci towel
Bitch, I made more than a doctor
I eat filet with the pasta
Pussy nigga want drama
Send 22 up at your mama
I'm steady shootin' out the llama
I never lose, I'm countin' commas
Your girl is strippin' her pajamas
I beat the pussy, like a boxer
Never provoke a bitch, uh
She finna throat the dick, uh
Shawty was so convinced, uh
That I fell in love and shit, look
Coca-Cola doing back-flips
VVS' on me dancin' one night, No attachments
I kick her out 'cause I'm a savage
I put my watch in the fridge
I keep a K with a clip
I never play with a bitch
Want me to sign on her tit's
It's 'cause a young nigga rich, huh?
It's 'cause they know I'm the shit, huh?
It's 'cause she liking my style
I might just buy her Channel, huh?
Look, a nigga said they "know a nigga"
But they never knew me
Why you gotta lie to kick it?
Sippin' on the
Never mind what's in a Nigga cup
Just know this isn't cider nigga
I just spent a bag on Robin jeans
I'm in the Gucci store, my zippers clinkin'
Nigga diamonds on me, water V V V
V'S, S is in the sink, my nigga
My life should be MTV
But them niggas hatin' on me
Bet these police envy me when they
Want to pull me over look
I just pull up in the Benz
I wanna fuck on her friends
I'm finna fuck on yo look
Your bitch is all on my dick
Told me to put in the tip
You know I gave that bitch half, huh
Full thing would kill a lil bitch, look