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House
Yung Joc (feat. Luh Tyler) [Mixed]
by TiaCorine
Release Date:
2024-02-05
Lyrics
If I had a dick it would be soft
'Cause you talkin' too much now I'm peed off
I'ma **** you and go take my weave off
I'ma would if I could I'm a tree top
You a good lookin' bird, you a peacock
And my music be keepin' the streets hot
We gon' have us some babies at wedlock
'Cause that coochie make that nigga'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, bitch playin' Yung Joc
He ain't playin' that, so niggas pop pop
I mean how you can't **** 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 dick need a pep talk
And I know that this summer yo' head blocked
I'm a Gemini nigga, 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
Word
Word (Yuh)
Word
Word (Okay)
Word
Word (Huh?)
Word
Word (Oh ****)
If I had a dick it would be soft
'Cause you talkin' too much now I'm peed off
I'ma **** you and go take my weave off
I'ma would if I could I'm a tree top
If I had a dick it would bе soft
'Cause you talkin' too much now I'm peed off
I'ma **** you and go take my weavе off
I'ma would if I could I'm a tree top
Niggas talkin' too much, got me pissed off
Bitch, I'm high off the gas, bout to lift off
Bitch, my pockets gettin' fatter than Rick Ross
Gettin' money and I'm stackin' that shit tall
If a nigga 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
Nigga that's what I'm gettin' rich off
Nigga I got racks (Racks)
Racks (Racks)
Racks (Racks)
Nigga I got racks (Racks)
Racks (Racks)
Racks (Racks)
Man these niggas ain't get no bag (Bag)
Bag (Bag)
Bag (Bag)
All my bitches, they be bad (Bad)
Bad (Bad)
Bad (Bad)
On gang nigga, yeah
My bitch so bad and I love her friend
Shit don't make no sense
I had to cut that bitch off
She always on games, but she must think I'm playin'
Lil' boy, step yo game up
Your bitch in a Honda, my bitch in a Benz
And my nigga, he get rowdy just like Ronda
He'll knock out yo man's (Knock out yo man's bro)
Skeet
