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letra de divine image - joey trap

[verse]
i rock a gun on my hip
and i don’t do this for the bread, i’m havin’ fun with my sh-t
i send my shooters at your head, i heard they cut off your lip
i sent a picture to your mom, she said, “thank god it’s a fix”
she said, “i know that it’s my son, but he won’t stop talkin’ sh-t”
i get too deep inside my mind, forgot i’m f-ckin’ this b-tch
when she asleep, i run her cards and take her money and sh-t
matter fact, if i say “run me,” you should run me your chains
matter fact, i need the login to your b.o.a
and if it’s no, then you’ll be d.o.a
he know they,pastmeanin’ me and my people may
pull up with legal guns and make sh-t peaceful, equal, ayy
pistol dissect you, hit your chest, you need a sequel, ayy
body see-through, they think he need a sequel
that means he gon’ need a part two, when two of the body parts move
i call that sh-t the shark food, swear i get in a dark mood
(they wouldn’t understand it) alright
i hit you with the harpoon
you best stop actin’ scared ’cause i can hear your beatin’ heart move
i hit you with the harpoon, i picture that like cartoons
mind tuned the way the waves crash, your b-tch a sl-t
i get her face smashed, i hit the straight gas the way i race past
i rob the whole foods and let the k’s pass
i had no face mask, i’m walkin’ straight past
the wicked fold and watch, they hate that
ayy-bay-bay, i hurricane all on my wrist
and katrina is my b-tch, little aimin’ with my wrist
f-ck fame, i’d rather go through pain and hit my wrist
long line of n-ggas to k!ll or b-tches to suck my d-ck
i rock a gun on my hip, drugs in my hand, bottle to sip
shorty freaky, think a model [?]
models ain’t sh-t
i done f-cked a baddie with the widest of hips
and she ratchet from the projects, she lit, alright

- joey trap

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