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letra de no attachments - joey trap

[intro]
808 mafia
ayy, yo
look, yo, look, yo
flex god on the beat, tell by the base

[verse]
yo spin the block, we ready
i’m lookin’ sharp, machete
walking with bands, they heavy
joey be countin’ the ‘fetti
“joey, with b-tches that’s bad”
i never check any tags
look at they faces mad
i walk out the bank and i laugh
been gettin’ this bread since a juvenile
probably why i be flowin’ unusual
all my teachers said that i was a stupid child
now i hop out a tub with a gucci towel
b-tch, i made more than a doctor
i eat filet with the pasta
p-ssy n-gga want drama
send .22 up at your mama
i’m steady shootin’ out the llama
i never lose, i’m countin’ commas
your girl is strippin’ her pajamas
i beat the p-ssy, like a boxer
[fight]
never provoke a b-tch, uh
she finna throat the d-ck, uh
shawty was so convinced, uh
that i fell in love and sh-t , look
coca-cola doing back-flips
vvs’ on me dancin’
one night, no attachments
i kick her out ’cause i’m a savage
i put my watch in the fridge
i keep a k with a clip
i never play with a b-tch
want me to sign on her t-ts
it’s ’cause a young n-gga rich, huh?
it’s ’cause they know i’m the sh-t, huh?
it’s ’cause she liking my style
i might just buy her channel, huh?
look, a n-gga said they “know a n-gga”
but they never knew me, why you gotta lie to kick it?
sippin’ on the, never mind what’s in a n-gga cup
just know this isn’t cider n-gga
i just spent a bag on robin jeans
i’m in the gucci store, my zippers clinkin’, n-gga
diamonds on me, water v v v v’s , s is in the sink, my n-gga
my life should be mtv, but them n-ggas hatin’ on me
bet these police envy me when they want to pull me over
look

[outro]
i just pull up in the benz
i wanna f-ck on her friends
i’m finna f-ck on yo
look
your b-tch is all on my d-ck
told me to put in the tip
you know i gave that b-tch half, huh
full thing would k!ll a lil b-tch, look

- joey trap

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