Joey Trap - Tables II lyrics
[Joey Trap - Tables II lyrics]
Yo, you niggas still can't sit with us
Stupid
I did the Louboutin’s, these is Gucci now
You heard?
Young Rich Squad man you boys
Can't even sit with us
Said he fly as me boy you
Must be smoking angel dust
New block blower pull up on
You phonem paint you up
I get legal money ion fuck
With all that shady stuff
Ridin' through the street in my
Whip, it’s a spaceship, uh
I be in the booth, like a day shift, uh
Girl wanna cuff, I don't date, bitch, uh
Dive off the stage, I'ma break shit (What?)
You be mad, I'll be high as fuck
Man you haters sound annoying
Like you Donald Duck
If you thinkin' I won't blow up
Then you out of luck
I like to use the baby draco
Got a lot of buck
And I can't never be a vegan, boy
I love cheese
Probably thought I'm a custodian
I touch keys
I just bought a rollie for my wrist
I call that time freeze
I don’t wanna hear you move your lips, bitch
Do not squeak she gon’ fuck me at her crib
Tell her man off
Keep a fifty round drum, Zach Randolph
Niggas really tweaking with that nine
No bath salts
Shoot her with the scope, finna aim
Take yo' ass off
I don’t know what's broke, bitch, I work hard
And I used to rock soap and sip wockhardt
Police try to say they saw it on us, bitch
That's not ours
My niggas bang with the blue, like a cop car
Smoke dope, loud pack, that's Jamaican
Bag it up in fives
I ain’t never had no patience
12th and imperial was at the trolly station
I used to smoke dope out
That crib that was vacant
Niggas tweakin' on you in
Some motherfuckin' Sb's
I don't wanna fuck you, baby girl
I want yo' bestie i be puttin' green in my
Pocket so they healthy
I always be right, but I'm
Shootin' like a lefty, bitch
Nigga why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag)
Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag)
Nigga, why these niggas mad?
(Why they mad, hoe?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag, hoe)
Nigga, why these niggas mad?
(Why they mad, hoe?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag, bitch)
Nigga, why these niggas mad, hoe?
(Why they mad, hoe?)
Nigga, I been in my bag, hoe (In my bag, hoe)
Why these niggas mad, hoe?
(Why they mad? Why they mad?)
Nigga, I been in my bag, hoe (In my bag, hoe)
Why you mad? I get bread now
Put in work so my pockets lookin' fed now
Young Rich Squad, these my brothers
Ain't no friends now
Get another check through the mail
Like a pen pal
Ridin' through the street in my whip
It's a spaceship
I be in the booth 9 to 5, issa day shift
Girl wanna cuff, I don't date, bitch
Dive off the stage with the mic
I'ma break shit
Dummy, stupid, stupid
Stupid
I did the Louboutin’s, these is Gucci now
You heard?
Young Rich Squad man you boys
Can't even sit with us
Said he fly as me boy you
Must be smoking angel dust
New block blower pull up on
You phonem paint you up
I get legal money ion fuck
With all that shady stuff
Ridin' through the street in my
Whip, it’s a spaceship, uh
I be in the booth, like a day shift, uh
Girl wanna cuff, I don't date, bitch, uh
Dive off the stage, I'ma break shit (What?)
You be mad, I'll be high as fuck
Man you haters sound annoying
Like you Donald Duck
If you thinkin' I won't blow up
Then you out of luck
I like to use the baby draco
Got a lot of buck
And I can't never be a vegan, boy
I love cheese
Probably thought I'm a custodian
I touch keys
I just bought a rollie for my wrist
I call that time freeze
I don’t wanna hear you move your lips, bitch
Do not squeak she gon’ fuck me at her crib
Tell her man off
Keep a fifty round drum, Zach Randolph
Niggas really tweaking with that nine
No bath salts
Shoot her with the scope, finna aim
Take yo' ass off
I don’t know what's broke, bitch, I work hard
And I used to rock soap and sip wockhardt
Police try to say they saw it on us, bitch
That's not ours
My niggas bang with the blue, like a cop car
Smoke dope, loud pack, that's Jamaican
Bag it up in fives
I ain’t never had no patience
12th and imperial was at the trolly station
I used to smoke dope out
That crib that was vacant
Niggas tweakin' on you in
Some motherfuckin' Sb's
I don't wanna fuck you, baby girl
I want yo' bestie i be puttin' green in my
Pocket so they healthy
I always be right, but I'm
Shootin' like a lefty, bitch
Nigga why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag)
Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag)
Nigga, why these niggas mad?
(Why they mad, hoe?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag, hoe)
Nigga, why these niggas mad?
(Why they mad, hoe?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag, bitch)
Nigga, why these niggas mad, hoe?
(Why they mad, hoe?)
Nigga, I been in my bag, hoe (In my bag, hoe)
Why these niggas mad, hoe?
(Why they mad? Why they mad?)
Nigga, I been in my bag, hoe (In my bag, hoe)
Why you mad? I get bread now
Put in work so my pockets lookin' fed now
Young Rich Squad, these my brothers
Ain't no friends now
Get another check through the mail
Like a pen pal
Ridin' through the street in my whip
It's a spaceship
I be in the booth 9 to 5, issa day shift
Girl wanna cuff, I don't date, bitch
Dive off the stage with the mic
I'ma break shit
Dummy, stupid, stupid