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• Artiste: SOB X RBE
• Titre: Jokes Up
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Nigga, joke's up, tell my niggas pour up More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up More guns, tell my niggas load up More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs, nigga Joke's up, tell my niggas pour up More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up More guns, tell my niggas load up More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs Joke's up, bitch, it's time to ho up If you ain't got no dough, bitch, you gets no love More slugs, fill my clip with more slugs All pussies in your niggas gang, no thugs Nigga, four-one, on my wrist frozed up Fold up, choppa make 'em fold up Niggas show out every time we show up Bitch, go nuts, throw that ass, go nuts All these fucking diamonds make a nigga glow up Never loafing, bitch, I keep pole tucked Two-two-threes leave a nigga broke up And if a nigga don't know shit, I bet a nigga know us on the gang Nigga, joke's up, tell my niggas pour up More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up More guns, tell my niggas load up More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs, nigga Joke's up, tell my niggas pour up More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up More guns, tell my niggas load up More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs Roll me up some dope, that sticky-icky Baby know them niggas tryna get me, I'm that nigga in my city I stay up out the mix, 'cause niggas iffy If I'm toting chop, that bitch hold more than fifty Never leave my Glizzy Oh, I'm the quarterback they tryna blitz me Turn your back on me I turn you to a Ricky Oh, all you niggas sissies When the beef is on we make 'em switchies And them shells get to flying if you diss me You know how that shit be When the lights is off shit get tricky Ah, Lord why it's a four up in my Simply? Ah, damn I need more drugs so they can lift me Ah, and on my mama I can't let a nigga rip me When we hit the stage them hoes be bringing out they titties Get to tripping in the party, brodie bringing out the semi Got a plug with them bricks up in Houston like I'm Whitney So much game up in my veins could get a secret out of Vicky, on the gang Nigga, joke's up, tell my niggas pour up More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up More guns, tell my niggas load up More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs, nigga Joke's up, tell my niggas pour up More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up More guns, tell my niggas load up More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs Looking to my left and right, feel like I feel somebody coming Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I ain't hiding, I ain't running Be so high I always lose shit every time that I be rushing And this Glock up on my side could turn your man into a woman Feel like I'm slowing down the time with all this drank up in my system I'm so tired of niggas turning, I'm so tired of niggas switching I know love is an emotion and I can't explain the feeling But that love we used to have done turned to memories and distance I know It's killas wanna take my life from me Niggas tryna play cool, but it's on sight with me I suggest you don't play with me 'Cause that G 30 stay with me Can't be scared to play your hand when that table turn And my granny tried to school me, but I never learned And these drugs got me too high, I'm too unconcerned And niggas think this shit a game until that metal burn Nigga, joke's up, tell my niggas pour up More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up More guns, tell my niggas load up More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs, nigga Joke's up, tell my niggas pour up More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up More guns, tell my niggas load up More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs