- Lil Tracy Joseph & Mary 歌詞
- Yung Bans Lil Tracy
Yeah, hold up, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
(M-M-Marvy Ayy)
Okay, she suck on my d*ck like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But Im not f*cking that *****, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this shit getting scary (Shit getting scary) , hold on
I do not rap, so please dont compare me
To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag
Im finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These niggas still sleepin on couches, what the f*ck is that? (What the f*ck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin round in Gucci bucket hats
I woke up this morning, I look in the mirror, Im glad to be me (Im glad to be me)
Then I run up my racks for the whole f*ckin day, then I go back to sleep (I go back to sleep)
Bro, you just like your diamonds, you fake as a *****, boy, you need to decease (Yeah, you need to decease)
Yes, Im fly as a pilot, my diamonds legit and they wet like a sea
(Lets go, lets go, okay)
Im with Bans in this *****, we got freaky hoes (We got freaky hoes)
I like when the ***** be tight like a Cheerio (Like a Cheerio, woo)
I like rocking expensive materials (Materials)
She put the drugs on her tongue, Im like, 'Here we go' (Here we go)
I know they mad that Im happy
I was f*cking your *****, you was playing a game
I can see how that made you unhappy
No kids, but she calling me daddy
Why you keep talkin down about me? Ima put your ass right in a Caddy (Grrt, baow), uh (Ayy)
Okay, she suck on my d*ck like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But Im not f* cking that *****, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this shit getting scary (Shit getting scary), hold on
I do not rap, so please dont compare me
To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag
Im finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These niggas still sleepin on couches, what the f*ck is that ? (What the f*ck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin round in Gucci bucket hats
Money on money, hundreds on hundreds, woah
I ride around with that cutter
How you gon f*ck on my brother
Then you gon tell me you love me?
Young nigga straight out the slum
I aint had no food in my tummy
Hundred racks in the Goyard
Niggas sweet, I want no war (No war)
Just a young nigga, I get to the money, I break the bank
Say you robbed me, that sh*t there cap, that sh* t no way
Hit from the back, I pull out, bust all on her lace
These niggas broke as f*ck, I see it in they face
They know how I come, Im so 1OF1 ( So 1OF1)
Me and Tracy like blood, we got millions (Millions)
We straight out the slums, get flyer than dubs (Flyer than dubs)
Good girls like nuns, I shoot up the club
Okay, she suck on my d*ck like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But Im not f*cking that *****, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this shit getting scary (Shit getting scary), hold on
I do not rap, so please dont compare me
To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag
Im finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These niggas still sleepin on couches, what the f*ck is that? (What the f*ck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin round in Gucci bucket hats
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