"Joker" lyrics
Keep my wife's name out yo fucking mouth
Wow dude it was a G.I Jane joke
Keep my wife's name out yo FUCKING MOUTH
Glahh
Nigga don't be dumb
He get hit with the strap and the strap in her back
Now they both hurtin
Beam on his face like he work in a circus
Body like riri cs shawty could work it
Off the d'usse you know I go Ku
Like, .40 gon blow like a flute
Bitch on my body she ready to oot
And they calling me woody the tool in my shoe
Light it up see what that smith'n do
How you claiming the shi that you didn't do
Spin in the renty might slide with a bitch or two
And that boy he got left he in critical
And they say I can't walk with a gun
But I can't be caught up without it
Slide to the function let's see if you bout it
He moving wock make him drip like a fountain
He feeling drippy bullets make him drip
Like he think he look like a spliff
Dr Miami that shot to ya lip
And they know that I'm mrs. extendo the clip (DANG)
You can't tell I'm a bitch
But these bitches they love me I don't give a shi
She a bop doing my twists
Only want money don't care bout a ditch
Like damn, sending out shots so I think ima bartender
Bullets gon shot him up chop it up
.40 gon wet em up like I'm a gardener
I be paranoid watch how you move
One false move and I'm ready to oot
I be clutching my nine can get turned into food
Like no wonder they think ima dude
Free the loco the brodie on timing
Know the routine we pull up and start wildin
Blues Clues niggas is hiding
Member them days I was running from sirens
41 on my back is you riding (damn)
Brodie gon pass up that audi
If ion oot know my shooters beside me
If I got shh ima rub him like bounty
He wanna smoke he got put into elements
He got put in the trunk, elephant
Pen to my paper it's giving me presidents
Live ona net like that boy is a resident
I won't stop til I get back a lick
Like, niggas they all on my dick
And a beam on his face like a tick
Jump him like Jordan beat em out his kicks (what)
Nigga don't be dumb
He get hit with the strap and the strap in her back
Now they both hurtin
Beam on his face like he work in a circus
Body like riri cs shawty could work it
Off the d'usse you know I go cool
Like, .40 gon blow like a flute
Bitch on my body she ready to oot
And they calling me woody the tool in my shoe
Light it up see what that smith'n do
How you claiming the shi that you didn't do
Spin in a renty might slide with a bitch or two
And that boy he got left he in critical
And they say I can't walk with a gun
But I can't be caught up without it
Slide to the function let's see if you bout it
He moving wock make him drip like a fountain
Keep my wife's name out yo fucking mouth
Wow dude it was a G.I Jane joke
Keep my wife's name out yo FUCKING MOUTH
Wow dude it was a G.I Jane joke
Keep my wife's name out yo FUCKING MOUTH
Glahh
Nigga don't be dumb
He get hit with the strap and the strap in her back
Now they both hurtin
Beam on his face like he work in a circus
Body like riri cs shawty could work it
Off the d'usse you know I go Ku
Like, .40 gon blow like a flute
Bitch on my body she ready to oot
And they calling me woody the tool in my shoe
Light it up see what that smith'n do
How you claiming the shi that you didn't do
Spin in the renty might slide with a bitch or two
And that boy he got left he in critical
And they say I can't walk with a gun
But I can't be caught up without it
Slide to the function let's see if you bout it
He moving wock make him drip like a fountain
He feeling drippy bullets make him drip
Like he think he look like a spliff
Dr Miami that shot to ya lip
And they know that I'm mrs. extendo the clip (DANG)
You can't tell I'm a bitch
But these bitches they love me I don't give a shi
She a bop doing my twists
Only want money don't care bout a ditch
Like damn, sending out shots so I think ima bartender
Bullets gon shot him up chop it up
.40 gon wet em up like I'm a gardener
I be paranoid watch how you move
One false move and I'm ready to oot
I be clutching my nine can get turned into food
Like no wonder they think ima dude
Free the loco the brodie on timing
Know the routine we pull up and start wildin
Blues Clues niggas is hiding
Member them days I was running from sirens
41 on my back is you riding (damn)
Brodie gon pass up that audi
If ion oot know my shooters beside me
If I got shh ima rub him like bounty
He wanna smoke he got put into elements
He got put in the trunk, elephant
Pen to my paper it's giving me presidents
Live ona net like that boy is a resident
I won't stop til I get back a lick
Like, niggas they all on my dick
And a beam on his face like a tick
Jump him like Jordan beat em out his kicks (what)
Nigga don't be dumb
He get hit with the strap and the strap in her back
Now they both hurtin
Beam on his face like he work in a circus
Body like riri cs shawty could work it
Off the d'usse you know I go cool
Like, .40 gon blow like a flute
Bitch on my body she ready to oot
And they calling me woody the tool in my shoe
Light it up see what that smith'n do
How you claiming the shi that you didn't do
Spin in a renty might slide with a bitch or two
And that boy he got left he in critical
And they say I can't walk with a gun
But I can't be caught up without it
Slide to the function let's see if you bout it
He moving wock make him drip like a fountain
Keep my wife's name out yo fucking mouth
Wow dude it was a G.I Jane joke
Keep my wife's name out yo FUCKING MOUTH
