Mad Lyrics – Joey Trap

Mad Lyrics by Joey Trap

(L1 The Producer)
Ah
(Traphouse Mob)
(Luca on the track)

Yeah
Had to kick two wh#res out of the two-door whip ’cause I need more room
I be outside getting bread, inside new Benzy, it go vroom
n#gg#s just act so hard, on God, what’s a goblin to a goon?

I be all Robin jeans, all Robin ski mask, robbin’ too
I knew he was mad
This n#gg# a b#tch and I knew he was sad
Hop in a foreign, I knew it was fast

My diamonds will blind you from inside the Jag, woah
I’ve just been gettin’ this bad
Poppin’ the Benz, these b#tches is bad
And no we not friendly, so before you ask

n#gg#s don’t want no beef, no smoke, no rara, you get clapped
b#tch, I keep my .9 on my east, my west side, I been stayed strapped
Bad b#tch stay on east side, right on my left, b#tch, on my lap
b#tch I’m on my east side right now, NYC, say facts

Smoke, I get the money, you choke, uh
You n#gg#s funny, a joke
Go the bank and I’m woke, woah, woah
I get the bread and they hope

That they can stop bein’ broke
How you asleep, but you’re woke?
Had to kick two wh#res out of the two-door whip ’cause I need more room
I be outside getting bread, inside new Benzy, it go vroom

n#gg#s just act so hard, on God, what’s a goblin to a goon?
I be all Robin jeans, all Robin ski mask, robbin’ too
I knew he was mad
This n#gg# a b#tch and I knew he was sad

Hop in a foreign, I knew it was fast
My diamonds will blind you from inside the Jag, woah
I’ve just been gettin’ this bad
Poppin’ the Benz, these b#tches is bad

And no we not friendly, so before you ask
No I don’t feature, I chill at the pad, woah
You better come with a bag
You leavin’ and I’m finna do a tax

Don’t talk on my phone if you talk about packs, huh
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Joey Trap Lyrics – Mad

Joey Trap

Mad