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joey trap - track meet lyrics

[intro]
aight, let me talk real quick
these new n-ggas is gettin’ on my nerves, on god
yo’, how many louboutins have i bought before these n-ggas got a car?
sh-t, i might have to give these n-ggas rides

[verse 1]
you n-ggas might need a taxi
he’s textin’ me on the backstreet
i ran it up like a track meet
n-ggas stole that flow from me
now i’m just takin’ back seat
they said i wasn’t sh-t and that’s facts cause
if i wasn’t a thing then in fact your girlfriend wouldn’t be here in my back seat, yeah
big -ss clip, i might shoot at your face
big -ss d-ck, i might nut on her braces
that b-tch 20, 21, uh, i meant that
she said she freaky, wanna f-ck, okay bet
heart attack, broke her face, broke her neck
she said she loved it, called a case, that was wack
yous a liar, b-tch, you said you wan’ get choked
i just wanna f-ck, i really just want throat

[interlude]
uhhh, i hate when freaky b-tches lie and say they liked to get choked and then when you go crazy they just don’t know how to act

[verse 2]
b-tch it’s kloud god, i’m not zeus
i might buy more shoes
i might, i might shoot
10 bands on my [?]
all gold zipper on the balmains fit
all gold rollies [?]
[?], my n-gga
just 16 with a glock, my n-gga
huh, i think i just raised the bar, uh
you n-ggas drunk, like a bar, uh
i think i’m high in the stars, uh
haha, uh, or that’s just the wraith
henny with no chase
i might sip some water, lowkey
yeah, gimme the pack and i might tax that
she gotta fatty, i might tap that
gimme your addy, we pullin’ up to your pad
and then we gon’ pull out the rattle and go cl!ck-clack, ooh
i ride that bih like a boat with a sail on it
she suck my d-ck, then i bail on her
i got a pack in the box that says mail on it
open it up and then sell it all
i’m from the street, man, i feel like sesame
all of these b-tches still be tryna have s-x with me
whip it and flip it, i know the recipe, remember me
y’all n-ggas been sleeping and now you texting me

[outro]
swish
f-ckin’ swish, n-gga
recycled, and cut!

- joey trap lyrics

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