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joey trap - f(r)iends lyrics

[intro]
haha, yeah

[chorus]
god bless me soul
backwoods when i roll, ayy
don’t like smokin’ zax, yeah, i’d rather smoke a bowl, ayy
don’t know why we smoke ’cause my n-ggas on parole
but f-ck it, we ain’t flossin’, prolly why my t–th so gold
i won’t never front, i need that in cash
told that b-tch to suck, ayy, i ain’t wanna smash, ayy
burner to your tummy, i hope that you hungry, ayy
all about my money, so you know jk ain’t funny, yeah, ooh
my pistol’s a strap, ayy
she think i’m her dad, ayy, ayy
thinkin’ i’m back, ayy
i [?], ayy
in the fields with the bird, like an eagle
god d-mn, i’m high, it’s nice to meet you
think big, it’s nice and legal, think big, it’s nice and legal
they should lock me up, lean in my double cup
smokin’ double stuffed, ayy, oreo my blunt, ayy

[post-chorus]
i don’t want no friends, i got my strap, ayy
i don’t want no friends, i got my cash, yeah
my b-tch, she bad, yeah
yeah, my b-tch, she bad, yeah, ayy
i don’t want no friends, i got my strap, ayy
i don’t want no friends, i got my cash, yeah, ayy
i don’t need no friends, i got my bag
i don’t need no friends, i got a bag, ayy
my b-tch, she bad, ayy, i don’t need no friends, ayy
b-tch, she bad, ayy, i don’t- ayy, ayy, yeah

[verse]
all i need is cash, yo’ b-tch on her -ss
she suck until she p-ss out, this money make her p-ss ’round
i got a pole, she sign on her toes
i f-ck her with clothes on
did i just make her red nose? yeah
don’t come to my home, a kingdom i dome
she in love with the way i’m whippin’ the stove
yeah, she be suckin’ it up on a boat
i got a pocket of thirties and o’s
if you not big enough, then you gotta go
if you not big enough, then don’t hit my phone
diamonds glisten on me
jesus, listen homie
b-tch, my name is daddy, so she don’t call me joey
b-tch, my name is daddy, so she don’t call me joey
she don’t call me joey, she don’t call me joey, yeah
she don’t call me-, ayy, yeah, ayy

[chorus]
god bless me soul
backwoods when i roll
don’t like smokin’ zax, sh-t, i’d rather smoke a bowl
man, i don’t know why we smoke, man, my n-ggas on parole
f-ck it, we ain’t flossin’, prolly why my t–th so gold, ayy
i won’t never front, i need that in cash
told that b-tch to suck, i ain’t wanna smash, yeah
burner to your tummy, i hope that you hungry
all about my money, so you know jk ain’t funny, ooh, ayy
my pistol’s a strap
she think i’m her dad
thinkin’ i’m back
i [?]
in the fields with the bird, like an eagle
god d-mn, i’m high, it’s nice to meet you
think big, it’s nice and legal, think big, it’s nice-, yeah, ayy, yeah
they should lock me up, lean in my double cup
smokin’ double stuffed, ayy, oreo my blunt, ayy

[post-chorus]
i don’t want no friends, i got my strap, ayy
i don’t want no friends, i got my cash, yeah

[outro]
i got my strap, yeah
yeah, i got my strap, yeah
i got my strap, yeah
yeah, i got my cash, yeah

- joey trap lyrics

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