Joey Trap - Seal lyrics
[Joey Trap - Seal lyrics]
Stop muhfuckin’ playin’ nigga, yeah
I’m much fuckin’ trippin’, all
On the muhfuckin’ beat, bitch!
And my nigga Joey Trap, trippin’, hoe!
Stop muhfuckin’ playin!
If it don’t got a seal
My nigga I can’t sip that
Please get her off me
Nigga take yo bitch back
King need a coffin, nigga I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing
Brodie it’s that lip pack
Niggas! Ay! I’m on this hot shit
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out
Be on the block (ay)
Imma fuck her once
She turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna fuck with that nigga
You get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it
We turnt up little bitch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your
Bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head
Or get two fists 'sOver, Ay! Lil nigga, this
Is Balmain and BAPE, not Hilfiger
Imma get some brain and
Run it like Quiksilver
If I ever need to say something twice
You get five fingers on ya
If it don’t got a seal
My nigga I can’t sip that
Please get her off me
Nigga take yo bitch back
King need a coffin, nigga I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing
Brodie it’s that lip pack
Niggas! Ay! I’m on this hot shit
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out
Be on the block (ay)
Imma fuck her once
She turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna fuck with that nigga
You get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it
We turnt up little bitch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your
Bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head
Or get two fists 'sOver
I needa get bands
If this nigga run up on me I’m
Gon’ leave him in a can
Guns and the backwoods
Blow him out his pants
Steady talkin’ on the net
You the nigga in the stands
And niggas trippin’ and they know
To call my phone niggas said he takin’ what?
Bitch, he waitin’ at his home
In his big sus skirt
I ain’t never been no hoe
I’m the first one to shoot
Niggas know I’m trained to go
Choppa eat nigga up like he Pac-Man
Bitch, ain't bring the dough, get back hand
And I’m finna fly, nigga says packed in
And if the bitch act up, she get smacked in
Bitch’ll act tough
She get muhfuckin’ slapped up
This nine on my lap, I don't know how to act
Dumb ass nigga, ran off with his pack
You won’t get that shit back this a
If it don’t got a seal
My nigga I can’t sip that
Please get her off me
Nigga take yo bitch back
King need a coffin, nigga I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing
Brodie it’s that lip pack
Niggas! Ay! I’m on this hot shit
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out
Be on the block (yeah)
Imma fuck her once
She turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna fuck with that nigga
You get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it
We turnt up little bitch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your
Bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head
Or get two fists 'sOver, Ay!
I’m much fuckin’ trippin’, all
On the muhfuckin’ beat, bitch!
And my nigga Joey Trap, trippin’, hoe!
Stop muhfuckin’ playin!
If it don’t got a seal
My nigga I can’t sip that
Please get her off me
Nigga take yo bitch back
King need a coffin, nigga I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing
Brodie it’s that lip pack
Niggas! Ay! I’m on this hot shit
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out
Be on the block (ay)
Imma fuck her once
She turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna fuck with that nigga
You get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it
We turnt up little bitch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your
Bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head
Or get two fists 'sOver, Ay! Lil nigga, this
Is Balmain and BAPE, not Hilfiger
Imma get some brain and
Run it like Quiksilver
If I ever need to say something twice
You get five fingers on ya
If it don’t got a seal
My nigga I can’t sip that
Please get her off me
Nigga take yo bitch back
King need a coffin, nigga I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing
Brodie it’s that lip pack
Niggas! Ay! I’m on this hot shit
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out
Be on the block (ay)
Imma fuck her once
She turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna fuck with that nigga
You get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it
We turnt up little bitch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your
Bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head
Or get two fists 'sOver
I needa get bands
If this nigga run up on me I’m
Gon’ leave him in a can
Guns and the backwoods
Blow him out his pants
Steady talkin’ on the net
You the nigga in the stands
And niggas trippin’ and they know
To call my phone niggas said he takin’ what?
Bitch, he waitin’ at his home
In his big sus skirt
I ain’t never been no hoe
I’m the first one to shoot
Niggas know I’m trained to go
Choppa eat nigga up like he Pac-Man
Bitch, ain't bring the dough, get back hand
And I’m finna fly, nigga says packed in
And if the bitch act up, she get smacked in
Bitch’ll act tough
She get muhfuckin’ slapped up
This nine on my lap, I don't know how to act
Dumb ass nigga, ran off with his pack
You won’t get that shit back this a
If it don’t got a seal
My nigga I can’t sip that
Please get her off me
Nigga take yo bitch back
King need a coffin, nigga I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing
Brodie it’s that lip pack
Niggas! Ay! I’m on this hot shit
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out
Be on the block (yeah)
Imma fuck her once
She turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna fuck with that nigga
You get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it
We turnt up little bitch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your
Bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head
Or get two fists 'sOver, Ay!