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joey trap - perc 30 lyrics

[intro]
ten, twenty, thirty
it don’t even matter, n+gga
you start the whole day and now that sh+t be goin’ tomorrow
(flexxgod)
all right
ah

[verse 1]
i spend a whole thirty when i’m in the mall
pop a perc 30, it make me feel raw
i’m sippin’ on dirty, it’s lockin’ my jaw
police watch me, i ain’t breakin’ the law
but if i see an opp, i’ma turn him to salt
if he still got his arm then i’m cuttin’ it off
he get bullets that’s hard ’cause he said i was soft
n+gga, you just a worker, you can’t be no boss
run around in the trap, dope fiends gettin’ lost
they off molly and codeine, dope fiends get crossed
ooh, perc by the drеsser, man
perc got the bеst of me
purple cup, promethazine
yo’ b+tch shake ass, i make it rain (woah)
that sh+t is just a perc 30, it feel like a 40
b+tch, i’m sippin’ on lean, i ain’t sippin’ a 40
got a glock with a stick and it came with a forty
i just f+cked a new b+tch and i think she was forty
but the best thing, she was the one started recording
ooh, this is amiri
b+tch, i’m a flexxgod, go ask siri
told my b+tch leave me ‘lone, but i guess she ain’t hear me
oh, she off perc 30, she can’t even feal me
[?] for percs and i said it was advil
i f+cked with your shorty, she said i was mad real
he said he was trappin’, but he never had bail
he called me broke, but which one of us mad still?
[interlude]
oh yeah, oh yeah, for real n+gga
just like that
rich cookin’, b+tch, look

[verse 2]
rich cookin’, b+tch, lookin’
my stick tuckin’, b+tch, f+ckin’
you get shot just for mean muggin’
he want a verse, h+ll nah, he buggin’, n+gga

- joey trap lyrics

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