letra de slap ya mouth - joey trap & tokyo's revenge
[intro]
[?]
joey, uhh
hah
i’m in tokyo right now, look
i feel like tokyo right now, look
akachi on the beat, lil b-tch
[chorus: joey trap & tokyo’s revenge]
i know some real -ss niggas, bruh (haha)
but the problem is there’s more fake niggas out (fake)
raw gas shake ya house
talk shit i slap ya mouth (bew, bew, bew)
i’m out in tokyo, you niggas chillin’ on the couch
ask these niggas what i’m ’bout (b-tch)
i keep the benz-areli parked about my granny crib (nyoom)
and every time i come back for it they say “how you been?”
i say “i’ve been climbing to the highest i can get” (i’m chillin’, b-tch)
and me and tokyo been willin’ out and flippin’ shit
i was never thinking for a fucking second that i’d come a second to you pussy niggas (huh, yuh, b-tch)
momma told me that the most important lesson, take your blessings and you shoot up pussy niggas wow
i remember being homeless
sleepin’ on a nigga couch
rolling off the fucking addy’s
now my name is in they mouth (b-tch)
[verse 1: joey trap]
i used to sell the xans (xans)
now your girl think i’m the man
uhh, [?] cost a whole lotta bands, ha (whole lotta bands)
i’m off a perc, i can’t stand up
you should ride the bus home, look
i don’t even touch on chrome, look
but i always keep it on me
i gotta stay protected from the homies
even your close friends switch nowadays
i’m frozen, when i chill in the wraith
my new whip got a whole lotta space
your girlfriend touched me all on vacation
she mad ’cause i ain’t wanna fuck her
niggas get it out the mud, bruh
you a cop, you wanna cuff her
tokyo we in the rush bruh
me, i’m stackin’ all my funds up (b-tch)
i ain’t never give a fuck, bruh
[verse 2: tokyo’s revenge]
i just want trophies, trophies
you wanna act like you know me, homie
bullets make him dance like hokey-pokey
he want smoke but he be chokin’ bro
car go zim-zim-zim invader, uhh
make him deep-through this ar, uhh
[?] gun laser, uhh
suicide doors, wrist razor, huh
supersize solar-beam
think with the ovaries
i am a metal on me with no holes in me
ain’t no one colder than me, other than joey
we catchin’ that bag of the green like some groceries
[verse 3: joey trap]
joey be k!llin’ beats, it ain’t no problem
i got like a .30 clip inside my pocket
remember they hated on me now they watchin’
i’m chillin’ in tokyo i got [?]
sick, i think i ate some bad food
i fuck your b-tch ’cause she rude
swear i hate b-tches that’s prude
[verse 4: tokyo’s revenge]
eww
ya’ll niggas made me sick
tip-toe up in your crib, uhh
yeah i’m aboutta take yo shit
b-tch, yeah
slide in a nigga like a flip-flop, uhh
left wrist fist like a big rock
yeah you lil’ mama gave me lip-gloss
[chorus: joey trap & tokyo’s revenge]
i know some real -ss niggas, bruh (haha)
but the problem is there’s more fake niggas out (fake)
raw gas shake ya house
talk shit i slap ya mouth (bew, bew, bew)
i’m out in tokyo, you niggas chillin’ on the couch
ask these niggas what i’m ’bout (b-tch)
i keep the benz-areli parked about my granny crib (nyoom)
and every time i come back for it they say “how you been?”
i say “i’ve been climbing to the highest i can get” (i’m chillin’, b-tch)
and me and tokyo been willin’ out and flippin’ shit
i was never thinking for a fucking second that i’d come a second to you pussy niggas (huh, yuh, b-tch)
momma told me that the most important lesson, take your blessings and you shoot up pussy niggas wow
i remember being homeless
sleepin’ on a nigga couch
rolling off the fucking addy’s
now my name is in they mouth (b-tch)
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