letra de toofake - joey trap
[intro]
ha, ha
tooth ache, jolly rancher
ha
okay, be for real
[chorus]
tooth ache, jolly rancher
i been sippin’ on that codeine, lean, it is the answer
smokin’ out the pound for real, i hope i don’t get cancer
i just got my b-tch a surgery, yes, i’m gon’ enhance her
okay, be for real
too ahead, you couldn’t match up
i should change my name to mustard ’cause you couldn’t catch up
i just threw my pound of runtz i rolled up in the benz truck
y’all ain’t shooters, y’all be writin’, n-gga, put them pens up
okay, be for real
[verse 1]
i don’t write, i hit the booth and let a n-gga spit sauce
she a college student, but her head dumb
everything is red, my opps is dead, i’m seein’ redrum
n-gga, if i call my shooters then the feds come
yo’, they did a sweep last week
hit the toilet then we flush it, then we puttin’ down the seat, no
shorty is a freak, i let her be her
i be in the trap, i got my feet up
baby, what’s the deal, i’m tryna eat, yeah
baby, what’s the deal, i’m tryna eat, yeah
okay, 2 a.m., i was up while you was sleepin’
okay, codeine, we gon’ fill up, ’bout to pull up to the deep end
how your diamonds shinin’, b-tch, they playin’ hide and seek, yeah
diamond tester, get excited to see my diamonds beep, yeah
[chorus]
for real, tooth ache, jolly rancher
i been sippin’ on that codeine, lean, it is the answer
smokin’ out the pound for real, i hope i don’t get cancer
i just got my b-tch a surgery, yes, i’m gon’ enhance her
okay, be for real
too ahead, you couldn’t match up
i should change my name to mustard ’cause you couldn’t catch up
i just threw my pound of runtz i rolled up in the benz truck
y’all ain’t shooters, y’all be writin’, n-gga, put them pens up
okay, be for real
[verse 2]
tooth ache from the d-mn cup
i told shorty that my tooth ache, she said it’s bad luck
even though the sh-t give me a tooth ache, still gon’ pour up
and the sh-t was sweet, i got a tooth ache, still more cups
okay, be for real
that might be a habit, boy, my habit gettin’ bread, though
okay, i might have a habit, boy, my habit gettin’ bread, though
plus i got a habit sippin’ red four
more jolly ranchers in my cup because i said so
go ahead, ho, we in the bed, stroke
i got percocet’s, but you got cvs clothes
we gettin’ xans out from mexico for them pesos
i want all the xans, but not gon’ pay them
tooth ache, boy, my stomach geeked out
[outro]
be for real, be for real
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