Lyrics:
I'm the Joker
I'm the Joker
Front seat chillin with the seat way back
Cuz yo bitch is my little chauffeur
I'm smoking boulder
I'm with the soldiers
Like
Dirt, Tecovas, Alabama red sky sunset, looks real good in July
A couple cans back of that cold Busch light
Your yellow sundress fittin' just right
jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you at?
Just got to New York
Got his top knocked
Had brains blown on the seats
Another youngin swallowed by the streets
Why I keep them hollows on me
Gotta watch my back cause I
was amazing, the shit was elite
I fucked that lil bitch in the back of the seat
I fucked that lil bitch in the back of the seat
Aye B nobody better test
you
She want a real one something unique
Want to ride a whip with two seats
When I ride by they like "whose he?"
Money longer like Uzi
Got a girl
My mama gave me up when I was four years old
She didn't destroy my body but she killed my soul
Now it's cold 'cause I'm sleeping in my back seat
Rap
Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps
I'm fuckin' wit' that pluck wit' the cool aid pack
And now I got a brotha by the name of Warren
down
Yeahh
Shooters on deck, so nigga don't test me
Mach 10 on the back seat of that Bentley
Duggin' till I die, the ghetto still in me
I'm the same
Showed me fake love
Where the fuck were ya
Loved you like family
Why you turn your back on me
Caught in this life
Something I couldn't see
But I
the bangers on the deck take a back seat
Chasing langers from the ends takin' patsy (ayo)
Thought the plan was to meet at Workman's (what's up)
Slip the fella
Baby girl I need a rider, a rider
You know I love to be beside ya, beside ya
That's why I act a fool inside ya, inside ya
You got my back cause you
flowers
Girls be strong, boys don't cower
Stand by your seat, scream and shower
Oh, how the sweet can turn sour
Birds and bees without flowers
Girls
are biking on the trail now and accidentally fall of your seat
He will guide you out of the bush's and back on your seat
Love the Lord your God with all
the missions, but love the campaign
Still remember our old convos, yea that shit was lame
And now we doin shit that leaves our back seats with new stains
Whisper
know they homies they
Always try to hold me back
It's got a hold on me
The streets won't let me go i'm in love
It takes it's toll on me
When I try
a seat maybe by a window
So I can sit and reminisce about when I was less grown
When my family moved like yearly nowhere felt like home
Used to wish that
a permanent thing, got in this pickle cus I'm fucking high, gotta eat a whole horse after some time, yo, no talking from the back seat, if you want some
seat back
When I get to bitchin', he ain't trippin', he like, "Relax" (yeah)
And he know my worth, my ex nigga couldn't see that
Let him hit
am, and what I am
Is back on boogie street
And o my love, I still recall
The pleasures that we knew
The rivers and the waterfall
Wherein I
Told you lil' niggas to stop rapping
Live in action I'm back with the brew
Love that ass in the back of them trues
Flows make you ask how did he do
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love Life Live
Come
trying to get with that
I hit her once no calling back no babygirl don't get attached
I just wanna count these racks go to the hood and buy it back
Yeah
was sitting in the slabs
Seat back, bass up
Chunking deuce and giving dap
Talking to my partners 'bout these
Plans that I have
When I told them
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