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joyner lucas - ultrasound lyrics

[voicemail]
yo w-ssup, this is joyner
i’m unable to take your call right now
leave me a brief message and i’ll get back to you, peace

[brief message]
you know, you really p-ss me off sometimes
i spent all night waiting for you to come home
and i’ve woken up without you
i don’t know where you are or why you’re not answering your phone
but i’m starting to get worried
i really hope you’re not p-ssing away the last of our money
at the stupid casino again
because you know my next check won’t be here ’til the third
and we literally have nothing right now
if you did go to the casino and you have more money then, i guess

[verse]
get the, f-ck, off, of my, d-ck, ho, f-ck you mean? (woo!)
i don’t think you notice what you done to me (yeah)
yeah i think you should know that you are under me
if anybody got a problem, tell ’em they can come to me
what the f-ck you mean? this is not allowed
better calm it down
cause all you new n-ggas just watered down
i can see through you like a muh’f-ckin’ ultrasound, woo!
okay, be ready to hold up then, i’m ready to roll up on them
i’m ready to mow them, make your motor spin
i’ll blow the boat up then be gone and wonderin’ what you noticin’
a couple of hoes that i’ve been boning since a n-gga was only ten
i’m tryna to get all up in that p-ssy harder than my youngin’ (woo!)
you fallin’ and you love it (yeah)
can’t stand the heat but you all up in the oven (sha!)
i remember when i used to ball on a budget
(hol’ up) now wait a minute (whoa)
you finally got some paper, couldn’t wait to get it (ya)
and it don’t really matter cause you’re still lame
no matter how much cake you got, it wouldn’t make a difference (don’t matter)
i’m tired of all you rappers wantin’ free verses
the f-ck up outta here, this how i make a livin’ (this how i make a livin’)
i dive up in that p-ssy like jamaican n-ggas (bumbaclot)
i spend all of my dollars on some laker tickets (yea!)
i think if i die young, they gon’ miss me too
i think i’ma buy guns, maybe empty two (bla bla bla)
i think i’ma sell drugs to the kids at school
i think i’ma get buzzed if it gets me through
i think i’ma need to hide if they know where i live (yeah)
i think i’ma drink and drive til’ i total the whip (whoa)
i think i’ma get high, give her all of the d-ck
even if she ain’t mine so she knows what it is, wait
(she know what it is) hold up though, i’m ready to roll up on them
i’m ready to mow them, make your motor boat
i blow the boat up then be gone, i’m wonderin’ what you notice though
a couple of hoes that i’ve been bonin’ since a n-gga was on it though
my n-gga, what’s your worst fear? i been running from the start
scared to be a man, tryna hustle in the dark
running down the stairs, gotta hustle every march
eating supper, getting filled, watching “rumble in the bronx”
i slip inside into the puddle of your heart
n-gga i don’t trust you plus you never play the part
i been living in the ghetto where the devils pray to god, n-gga
(hol up, hol up) i said
i been living in the ghetto where the devils pray to god, hold up
(hol up, hol up) mm
i been living in the (wait wait)
yeah, look
get the, f-ck, off, of my, d-ck, bi-, wait a minute (wait a minute)
i’ma f-ck your b-tch to let my neighbor hit it (neighbor hit it)
she told me, “maybe we could go on a date”
i told her, “no way, but we could say we did it”
heh, i’m such a lost soul
even my mom knows, that’s why she hate a n-gga (hate a n-gga)
yeah, i’m such an -ssh0l-
even superman couldn’t save a n-gga (joyner)
get the, f-ck, off—of my c-ck

[voicemail]
yo w-ssup, this is joyner
i’m unable to take your call right now
leave me a brief message and i’ll get back to you, peace

- joyner lucas lyrics

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