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tiacorine - yung joc (remix) lyrics

[chorus: tiacorine]
if i had a d+ck it would be soft
’cause you talkin’ too much now i’m peed off
i’ma f+ck you and go take my weave off
i’ma would if i could i’m a tree top

[verse 1: tiacorine]
you a good lookin’ bird, you a peac+ck
and my music be keepin’ the streets hot
we gon’ have us some babies at wedlock
’cause that coochie make that n+gga’s leg lock
and one push of your head give a topknot
she gon’ ride by my crib wit a card lock
man, it’s goin’ down, b+tch playin’ yung joc
he ain’t playin’ that, so n+ggas pop pop
i mean how you can’t f+ck wit your socks off
need a percocet now take a band off
i thought we was gon’ fight but you ran off
now you makin’ me dry, turn the fan off
you ain’t tired, your d+ck need a pep talk
and i know that this summer yo’ head blocked
i’m a gemini n+gga, i flip flop
if we beefin’, i’m still runnin’ drug top
and it’s only for you, got a soft spot
you was joggin’ and trappin’ off hotspot
[refrain: tiacorine]
word
word (yuh)
word
word (okay)
word
word (huh?)
word
word (oh f+ck)

[chorus: tiacorine]
if i had a d+ck it would be soft
’cause you talkin’ too much now i’m peed off
i’ma f+ck you and go take my weave off
i’ma would if i could i’m a tree top
if i had a d+ck it would bе soft
’cause you talkin’ too much now i’m peed off
i’ma f+ck you and go take my weavе off
i’ma would if i could i’m a tree top

[verse 2: luh tyler]
n+ggas talkin’ too much, got me p+ssed off
b+tch, i’m high off the gas, bout to lift off
b+tch, my pockets gettin’ fatter than rick ross
gettin’ money and i’m stackin’ that sh+t tall
if a n+gga out here playin’ around with the guys
bro done make ’em hit the criss+cross
everyday i hit the booth and i step on the mic
n+gga that’s what i’m gettin’ rich off
[bridge: luh tyler]
n+gga i got racks (racks)
racks (racks)
racks (racks)
n+gga i got racks (racks)
racks (racks)
racks (racks)
man these n+ggas ain’t get no bag (bag)
bag (bag)
bag (bag)
all my b+tches, they be bad (bad)
bad (bad)
bad (bad)
on gang n+gga, yeah

[outro: luh tyler]
my b+tch so bad and i love her friend
sh+t don’t make no sense
i had to cut that b+tch off
she always on games, but she must think i’m playin’
lil’ boy, step yo game up
your b+tch in a honda, my b+tch in a benz
and my n+gga, he get rowdy just like ronda
he’ll knock out yo man’s (knock out yo man’s bro)
skeet

- tiacorine lyrics

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