Yung Joc feat. Luh Tyler

歌詞

If I had a dick, it would be soft 'Cause you talkin' too much, now I'm peed off I'ma fuck you real good, take my weave off I'ma would if I could, I'm a tree top You a good lookin' bird, you a peacock And my music be keepin' the streets hot We gon' have us some babies at wedlock 'Cause that coochie make that nigga's leg lock And one punch to your head give a topknot She gon' ride by my crib wit' a card lock Man, it's goin' down, bitch playin' Yung Joc He ain't playin' that, so nigga pop-pop I mean, how you can't fuck wit' your socks off? Need it perfect, ow take a band off I thought we was gon' fight, but you ran off Now you makin' me dry, turn the fan off You ain't tired, your dick need a pep talk And I know that this summer yo' head blocked I'm a Gemini, nigga, I flip flop If we beefin', I'm still ridin' drop-top And it's only for you, got a soft spot You was joggin' and trappin' off hotspot Word Word (Yuh) Word Word (Okay) Word Word (Huh?) Word Word (Okay) If I had a dick, it would be soft 'Cause you talkin' too much, now I'm peed off I'ma fuck you real good, take my wеave off I'ma would if I could, I'm a tree top If I had a dick, it would be soft 'Cause you talkin' too much, now I'm peed off I'ma fuck you rеal good, take my weave off I'ma would if I could, I'm a tree top Niggas talkin' too much, got me pissed off Bitch, I'm high off the gas, 'bout to lift off Bitch, my pockets gettin' fatter than Rick Ross Gettin' money and I'm stackin' that shit tall If a nigga out here playin' around with the guys Bro done make 'em hit the criss-cross Every day, I hit the booth and I snap on the mic Nigga, that's what I'm gettin' rich off Nigga, I got racks (Racks) Racks (Racks) Racks (Racks) Nigga, I got racks (Racks) Racks (Racks) Racks (Racks) Man, these niggas ain't get no bag (Bag) Bag (Bag) Bag (Bag) All my bitches, they be bad (Bad) Bad (Bad) Bad (Bad) On gang nigga, yeah My bitch so bad and I love her friend Shit don't make no sense I had to cut that bitch off She always on games, but she must think I'm playin' Lil' boy, step yo' game up Your bitch in a Honda, my bitch in a Benz And my nigga, he get rowdy just like Ronda He'll knock out yo' man's (Knock out yo' man's, bro) Skeet