Streets (hokey pokey)
Lord Jay
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I make way too much to be outside drunk and high off my ass But last night was way too lit I'm thinking bout running it back Got casa in me casa Don too and of course we got pat One shot of tequila and she already throwing back she making it clap Now I feel like bane cuz I'm thinking of breaking her back Swerving in these lanes cuz she toppin I'm whippin the scatt And once this weekend end guarantee that I'm sending her back To these streets Where she deserve to be Now she geeked Cuz her boyfriend ain't me To these streets But she don't wanna leave Too bad But your time is up with me Designer all over my body I swear I stepped in to this bitch just to party Your girl look at me like the lottery Better hold on to that bitch do you copy Cuz if she around me acting naughty I know imma f*ck nigga there ain't no probably You in love with a hoe so you sorry I'll do it again nigga ain't no apologies Just let that bitch go I don't see no reason to die for a hoe And just like a copper I keep me a pole So just hold the L cuz she already chose Nigga you know the game and you know how it goes Please don't get popped thinking that we is foes When I don't want her thot ass anymore That's when I send her ass back to your door Huh My fault, first I got send to my bro then we all good she all yours You should've just left her alone I ain't even have to link with the bitch and she already blow up my phone So I cannot even begin to imagine what she gon do off the patron I make way too much to be outside drunk and high off my ass But last night was way too lit I'm thinking bout running it back Got casa in me casa Don too and of course we got pat One shot of tequila and she already throwing back she making it clap Now I feel like bane cuz I'm thinking of breaking her back Swerving in these lanes cuz she toppin I'm whippin the scatt And once this weekend end guarantee that I'm sending her back To these streets Where she deserve to be Now she geeked Cuz her boyfriend ain't me To these streets But she don't wanna leave Too bad But your time is up wit me Allow me to go crazy All of these hits and they still under rate me All of these clones and they still never made me But f*ck that noise cuz they still gotta pay me Za pack bitch boof it's stanky Big 40, bad mood it's cranky Watching out for the niggas that's janky Make em do the hokey pokey if he thinking he can stain me He stepped in, so I had to air it out Point that choppa then you shake it all about All these bullets made him turn himself around And that's what it's all about Real nigga shit I make way too much to be outside drunk and high off my ass Got casa in me casa, don too, and of course we got pat
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