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jokesa - all of everything lyrics

[hook: jodeci, jokesa]
you’re everything i knew!
everything i knew, b+tch! (ohh, yeah)
do what you want me to (i will doooooooo anything)
get on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh, bab+bayyy)
what else is there to do? (i don’t know, i don’t know, but i’ll cry)

[verse 1: jokesa]
i’m selfish, i’m helpless, deservin’, but i’m h+llish
puttin’ in the work, ’cause i need a b+tch i can embellish
i’m selfish, i’m helpless, devilish, and i’m h+llish
rap about this murder sh+t so that i can make it out quick
buy a brick, her thighs are thick
issue is her guys a b+tch
he think that he sh+t
but i’ll knock his ass, legit
buy her jeans that do not fit
hope they rip when she split
on that slaughter type sh+t
i’m the new ganksta nip
but i can’t buy that b+tch, ’cause she worth too much
and ’cause everything i needed ain’t been addin’ to such
plus, b+tches actin’ mean, and i got weed as a crutch
and there’s no breakin’ on me
i go down as a clutch, b+tch!
[hook: jodeci, jokesa]
you’re everything i knew!
i go down as a clutch, b+tch! (ohh, yeah)
do what you want me to (i will doooooooo anything)
get on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh, bab+bayyy)
what else is there to do? (i don’t know, i don’t know, but i’ll cry)

[verse 2: mc psych]
19 years, and i still ain’t got sh+t
collin of bct should come and get ya wig split
f+ck the whole magazine, ‘cause that sh+t ain’t legit
all they promote is what’s gonna be a f+ckin’ hit
and that’s f+cked up; most them rappers just some f+ckin’ wannabes
never been through sh+t, yet they act like they up one to me
i can show them real, ‘cause i ain’t got nothin’ to lose
but let me ask you; which f+ckin’ weapon should i use?
‘cause y’all quick to talk when asked about that f+ckin’ gang life
but won’t never let a real one on the show to take the mic
‘cause y’all want us stuck, so that is where you b+tches better duck
i’ll lurk around you b+tches, catch you, then i’ll pop my f+ckin’ trunk
ayo, i got two ways of makin’ money
it’s through b+tches and through slangin’
stangin’ jeremy and ms. hailey, ‘cause i gots on my gang bangin’
takin’ all i might need to succeed in the replacement
of these shows full of ho’s, wonder why i keep on basin’
and you’re
[hook: jodeci, mc psych]
you’re everything i knew!
yeah, it’s all of everything, trick! (ohh, yeah)
do what you want me to (i will doooooooo anything)
get on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh, bab+bayyy)
what else is there to do? (i don’t know, i don’t know, but i’ll cry)

[verse 3: jokesa]
it’s the final verse, so i gotta make it count
speakin on my bank account
you get slapped without a doubt, yeah
you might need the clout, but, i don’t need that sh+t
i need money, plus some hunnies, i think that can do the trick
you’s a dummy, homies bummy, you guys anything but sl!ck
i need hunnies dressed as bunnies, but see b+tches less than thick
and i’m tryin’ to find my goals, but they missin’ in the mist
shoes done lost they f+ckin’ soles, kesa cryin’ ’cause he p+ssed
give me all of everything, and then i’ll start to feel better
i need some of anything, anything with real leather
i been rockin’ my old whip
where’s my check full of cheddar?
i been helpin’ out my brothers, yet, i’m still under pressure
why is that the case? ’cause they hatin’ on my name
when i’m claimin’ i’m the great, they dissin’ me the same
it’s all part of their game, bct now turn the same
they dropped me for plays, now f+ck the rest of ya days, lames!
[hook: jodeci, jokesa]
you’re everything i knew!
f+ck the rest of ya days, lameass b+tches! (ohh, yeah)
do what you want me to (i will doooooooo anything)
get on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh, bab+bayyy)
what else is there to do? (i don’t know, i don’t know, but i’ll cry)

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