jtć mariø - no jokes lyrics
(chorus)
who the f-ck really want smoke with a n-gga?
this ain’t no game, we ain’t playing jokes with a n-gga
.48 cal, up the pole on a n-gga
if we catch him lacking, put the chrome on a n-gga
no more jokes with a n-gga
dead life, dead life
catch him at the red light
these n-ggas ain’t balling so they had to get they bread right
i told old girl hold it down and make sure that that cat tight
i mean this a trap song, we had to keep the facts right
(verse 1)
i ain’t remember the last time i had took a l
wait a minute, yes i did and it made me sad as h-ll
i had n-ggas stab my back, tryna throw me in the well
i done came up out that water and i had to break my sh-ll
i told all my n-ggas we be eating for real
yeah i smoke the dope but i’ma stay off the pills
oso like rockets, he be clutching for real
i done drop my tape now i can lay back and chill
these n-ggas my clones, they tryna match to my sk!ll
hugh hefner, i got girls on my side like my steel
i been launching bullets, i belong on the field
i’m gonna keep on going til i run up a mill
(chorus)
who the f-ck really want smoke with a n-gga?
this ain’t no game, we ain’t playing jokes with a n-gga
.48 cal, up the pole on a n-gga
if we catch him lacking, put the chrome on a n-gga
no more jokes with a n-gga
dead life, dead life
catch him at the red light
these n-ggas ain’t balling so they had to get they bread right
i told old girl hold it down and make sure that that cat tight
i mean this a trap song, we had to keep the facts right
(verse 2)
why you wanna copy me when you can do your own?
n-ggas tryna steal my style but they cannot do it though
i told n-ggas don’t you come up wrong, don’t walk up on my turf
how you supposed to follow me when you n-ggas can’t even surf
call my n-ggas to do you
you know i stay with the shooters
i got keys like computer
i keep it three like bermuda
had to trap off the music
got a l!ck? i’ma do it
n-ggas play round with they life but you know they can lose it
only times i got snakes around me is when i’m wearing gucci
i’m a young fly n-gga, call me yfn lucci
yeah, i’m sitting back, relaxing, look at views in vespucci
you can keep the top b-tch, i’m trying to get in the coochie
(chorus)
who the f-ck really want smoke with a n-gga?
this ain’t no game, we ain’t playing jokes with a n-gga
.48 cal, up the pole on a n-gga
if we catch him lacking, put the chrome on a n-gga
no more jokes with a n-gga
dead life, dead life
catch him at the red light
these n-ggas ain’t balling so they had to get they bread right
i told old girl hold it down and make sure that that cat tight
i mean this a trap song, we had to keep the facts right
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