Sickboyrari - STEVIE J AND JOSELINE lyrics

Mad at me you take my computers
You take everything that I have
You take my fuckin' Chanel purses (Oh my god)
You hi you hide my shit
You hide my shit (I take your Chanel purses?)
Are you serious, bruh?
(Shorty, we can be like
Stevie J and Joseline) serious (Then yes)
You don't have nothing to say
I don't even want nothin' to say, it's over
Cause, you know what? You're a nasty person
(I'm happy we can pretend that)

Shorty we can be like Stevie J and Joseline
Ridin' uptown in a cocaina Benz
(Skrt, skrt, skrt)
Rob you for Chanel purses
Go and tell your friends
Heart hurt, smokin' blunts
Love you 'til the end
Shorty we can be like Stevie J and Joseline
(Bet) ridin' uptown in a cocaina Benz
(Skrt, skrt, skrt)
Rob you for Chanel purses
Go and tell your friends (Fuck)
Heart hurt, smokin' blunts
Love you 'til the end

Triple x haux, blowin' O's in the Benz
Rob you for Chanel purses
Go and tell your friends
Swervin' through East Flexico
Up in a Gucci Benz
Come and grab my hand, fly away to the end
Posted in the dark by myself
Where my friends?
Seven tear drops, turn to diamonds once again
Catch me trappin' Adderall, by my shorty den
Why you lie to me, why you cheatin'
Where you been?

Shorty we can be like Stevie J and Joseline
Ridin' uptown in a cocaina Benz
(Skrt, skrt, skrt)
Rob you for Chanel purses
Go and tell your friends
Heart hurt, smokin' blunts
Love you 'til the end
Shorty we can be like Stevie J and Joseline
(Bet) ridin' uptown in a cocaina Benz
(Skrt, skrt, skrt)
Rob you for Chanel purses
Go and tell your friends
Heart hurt, smokin' blunts
Love you 'til the end

Bitch, I'm not done yet
You lose a lot of hoes and still gon'
I haven't been losin' a lot of hoes
It doesn't even matter
Wait, hold on, hold on
Word around town is you (bleep)
Exactly, guess where that come from? Benzino
But I'm just sayin', that's-
It comes from-it comes from your homie
It doesn't really matter where
The info come from
What really matters, if it's true or not
And that's what I'm tryin' to
Talk to Joseline about
I'm not tryin' to talk about Benzino

Shorty we can be like Stevie J and Joseline
Ridin' uptown in a cocaina Benz
(Skrt, skrt, skrt)
Rob you for Chanel purses
Go and tell your friends
Heart hurt, smokin' blunts
Love you 'til the end

If we gon' clang with somebody
I'm not gonna do it with
A minimum wage driver
Bring me a CEO of a billion dollar company
If Stevie believe that
He's a fuckin' idiot too
I'm not gon' disrespect you
Because you wanted i'm not disrespecting you
Oh, no, you are
But it's cool because you always do
And you've done from day one
And that's why, I'm not going on that
I paid you, why would I play you?
Your mindset was s-strippin' at a club
Let me show you how to get
Money in the real way
That doesn't matter, that doesn't matter
And you don't have to hurt your body
You don't have to hurt your mind
You ain't gotta hurt your soul
I got-but you hurt my mind, you hurt my soul
I'm sick of giving you life
You didn't give me shit
You didn't give me shit are you serious?
I gave it to myself because I worked
And you know what? It doesn't even matter
Because every time you get mad at me
You take my computers
You take everything that I have
You take my fuckin' Chanel purses
You hi you hide my shit
You hide my shit (I take your Chanel purses?)
Are you serious, bruh? Serious (Then yes)
You don't have nothing to say
I don't even want nothin' to say, it's over
Cause, you know what? You're a nasty person