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Joey Trap

"Slap Ya Mouth"

[Intro]
My dot red, just like Clifford
Joey,  uh
I'm  in Tokyo right now
I feel like Tokyo right now
Look, uh
Akachi  on the beat, lil b*tch

[Chorus: Joey Trap & Tokyo's Revenge]
I  know some real ass n*ggas, bruh (Haha)
But the problem is there's more fake n*ggas out (Fake)
Raw  gas shake ya' house
Talk sh*t, I slap ya mouth
I'm out in Tokyo, you n*ggas chillin' on the couch
Ask these n*ggas what I'm 'bout (b*tch)
I  keep the benz-areli parked about my granny crib (Nyewm)
And every time I come back for it they say, "How you been?"
I say, "I've been climbing to the highest I can get" (I'm chillin', b*tch)
And me and Tokyo been willin' out and flippin' sh*t

I was never thinking for a f*cking second that I'd come a second to you pus*y n*ggas (Huh, yuh, b*tch)
Momma told me that the most important lesson, take your blessings and you shoot up pus*y n*ggas
Wow, I remember being homeless
Sleepin' on a n*gga couch
Rolling off the f*cking addy's
Now my name is in they mouth (b*tch)


[Verse 1: Joey Trap]
I used to sell the Xans (Xans)
Now your girl think I'm the man, uh
Fit cost a whole lotta bands, uh haha
I'm off a perc, I can't stand up
You should ride the bus home, look
I don't even touch on chrome, look
But I always keep it on me
I gotta stay protected from the homies
Even your close friends switch nowadays
I'm frozen, when I chill in the Wraith
My new whip got a whole lotta space
Your girlfriend text me all uppercase
She mad 'cause I ain't even wanna f*ck her
n*ggas get it out the mud, bruh
You a cop, you wanna cuff her
Tokyo we in the rush, bruh
Me, I'm stackin' all my funds up (b*tch)
I don't never give a f*ck, bruh

[Verse 2: Tokyo's Revenge]
I just want trophies, trophies
You wanna act like you know me, homie
Bullets make him dance like hokey-pokey
He want smoke but he be chokin' brodie
Car go zim-zim-zim, Invader, uh
Make him deep-through this AR, uh
Special beam cannon, gun, laser, uh
Suicide doors, wrist razor, uh
Supersize solar-beam, think with the ovaries
I am a metal on me with no holes in me
Ain't no one cold as me, other than Joey
Get to that bag of the green like some groceries

[Verse 3: Joey Trap]
Joey be killin' beats, it ain't no problem
I got like a .30 clip inside my pocket
Remember they hated on me now they watchin'
I'm chillin' in Tokyo, I got [?]
Sick, I think I ate some bad food
I f*ck your b*tch 'cause she rude
Swear I hate b*tches that's prude (Eww)

[Verse 3: Tokyo's Revenge]
Ya'll n*ggas made me sick, uh
Tip-toe up in your crib, uh
Yeah i'm aboutta take yo sh*t, b*tch, yeah, uh
Slide in a n*gga like a flip-flop, uh
Left wrist fist like a big rock, uh
Yeah you lil' mama gave me lip-gloss, uh

[Chorus: Joey Trap & Tokyo's Revenge]
I know some real ass n*ggas, bruh (Haha)
But the problem is there's more fake n*ggas out (Fake)
Raw gas shake ya' house
Talk sh*t, I slap ya mouth
I'm out in Tokyo, you n*ggas chillin' on the couch
Ask these n*ggas what I'm 'bout (b*tch)
I keep the benz-areli parked about my granny crib (Nyewm)
And every time I come back for it they say, "How you been?"
I say, "I've been climbing to the highest I can get" (I'm chillin', b*tch)
And me and Tokyo been willin' out and flippin' sh*t
I was never thinking for a f*cking second that I'd come a second to you pus*y n*ggas (Huh, yuh, b*tch)
Momma told me that the most important lesson, take your blessings and you shoot up pus*y n*ggas
Wow, I remember being homeless
Sleepin' on a n*gga couch
Rolling off the f*cking addy's
Now my name is in they mouth (b*tch)

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