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letra de seal - joey trap

[intro: almighty suspect]
stop muhf-ckin’ playin’ n-gg-, yeah
i’m much f-ckin’ trippin’, all on the muhf-ckin’ beat, b-tch!
and my n-gg- joey trap, trippin’, hoe!
stop muhf-ckin’ — playin!

[chorus: joey trap]
if it don’t got a seal, my n-gg- i can’t sip that
please get her off me, n-gg- take yo b-tch back
king need a coffin, n-gg- i’m finna rip that
he ain’t got me coughing, brodie it’s that lip pack
n-gg-s! ay! i’m on this hot sh-t
it’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out, be on the block, (ay)
imma f-ck her once, she turned on me and then i tossed strips
girl you finna f-ck with that n-gg-, you get blue tips
bullets, ay, i might pull it, we turnt up little b-tch, to the fullest
why she gotta give me your bread ‘cuz i threw this
plus she finna give me some head, or get two fists
‘sover, ay! lil n-gg-, this is balmain and bape, not hilfiger
imma get some brain and run it like quiksilver
if i ever need to say something twice
you get five fingers on ya—

[chorus]
if it don’t got a seal, my n-gg- i can’t sip that
please get her off me, n-gg- take yo b-tch back
king need a coffin, n-gg- i’m finna rip that
he ain’t got me coughing, brodie it’s that lip pack
n-gg-s! ay! i’m on this hot sh-t
it’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out, be on the block, (ay)
imma f-ck her once, she turned on me and then i tossed strips
girl you finna f-ck with that n-gg-, you get blue tips
bullets, ay, i might pull it, we turnt up little b-tch, to the fullest
why she gotta give me your bread ‘cuz i threw this
plus she finna give me some head, or get two fists
‘sover—

[verse 1: almightysuspect]
i needa get bands, if this n-gg- run up on me i’m gon’ leave him in a can
guns and the backwoods, [?]
steady talkin’ on the net, you the n-gg- in the stands
and n-gg-s trippin’ and they know to call my phone
n-gg-s said he takin’ what?
b-tch, he waitin’ at his home
in his big [?] skirt, i ain’t never been no hoe
i’m the first one to shoot, n-gg-s know i’m trained to go
choppa eat n-gg- up like he pac-man
b-tch, ain’t bring [?], get back hand
and i’m finna fly, n-gg- says packed in
and if the b-tch act up, she get smacked in

[verse 2: joey trap]
b-tch’ll act tough, she get muhf-ckin’ slapped up
this nine on my lap, i don’t know how to act
dumb -ss n-gg-, ran off with his pack
you won’t get that sh-t back
this a []

[chorus]
if it don’t got a seal, my n-gg- i can’t sip that
please get her off me, n-gg- take yo b-tch back
king need a coffin, n-gg- i’m finna rip that
he ain’t got me coughing, brodie it’s that lip pack
n-gg-s! ay! i’m on this hot sh-t
it’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out, be on the block, (yeah)
imma f-ck her once, she turned on me and then i tossed strips
girl you finna f-ck with that n-gg-, you get blue tips
bullets, ay, i might pull it, we turnt up little b-tch, to the fullest
why she gotta give me your bread ‘cuz i threw this
plus she finna give me some head, or get two fists
‘sover, ay!

- joey trap

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