"Joan Jett" lyrics

Damn
Won't you be my Joan Jett...
Won't you be my Joan Jett...
Shorty, she a runaway
That my Joan Jett
Shorty pierce my heart
She a bayonet
Damn, I had 50 racks
Now I have nothing left
Every day I'm going hard
Trying to pay the debt
Ma said she gon runaway
Not my Joan Jett
If I would've known, would've never said

Won't you be my Joan Jett?
My Joan Jett, my Joan Jett, my Joan Jett
Won't you be my Joan Jett?
My Joan Jett, my Joan Jett

Damn, ay
Took her to California Paradise
Just to show her how a nigga living like
Had her sippin Domaine de la Romanee
But she still drinking Miller Lite
She like, "Hold up, Dad, Mom"
Are you ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb?
Hit the mall with your credit card
She gonna sh-sh-shop til she buy it all
Run up a check, Lex
You gonna pull off in a Lexus
But you wanna fuck with you exes
Baby girl, how many sessions?
Aw, man, why couldn't you have just text me?
I just moved out to the west
I had to get momma a rack

Won't you be my Joan Jett?
My Joan Jett, my Joan Jett, my Joan Jett
Won't you be my Joan Jett?
My Joan Jett, my Joan Jett

Damn, ay
She wanna, uh
Runaway like Joan Jett
Joan Jett, don't leave me
Joan drug problem got hella bad
Told girl take it easy
Every day she tells me that she leaving
She always say that she don't need me
But she don't never leave
That shit be getting me heated
She need to get rid of her demons
She want to run with the bad boys
And be the queen of the noise
She told me "take it or leave it"
Fight, make up, then repeat it
Joan Jett need Jesus
Why would she wait till I love her though?
She a runaway and I'm in love with her

Won't you be my Joan Jett?
My Joan Jett, my Joan Jett, my Joan Jett
Won't you be my Joan Jett?
My Joan Jett, my Joan Jett

Won't you be my Joan Jett?
My Joan Jett, my Joan Jett, my Joan Jett
Won't you be my Joan Jett?
My Joan Jett, my Joan Jett

Joan... Joan... Joan... Joan...

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