Lyrics

Cracck!
Guys like me never make it this far.
Answers to your questions
why they hating this hard
Voice of the Projects, Joey the Prophet
Only one rolling in a Royce Through the projects
Paid cash for that mansion
Did it in ten shows
Up NYC only time i sold souls.
You aint got ice on your neck with the same logo that you got etched on your nikes
**** please
Paper planes in the sky saying Joey was here
Made millions off white yeah its snowy in here
Booby Traps all night fucking the thickest dancers
Met her in Missouri I threw her that dick from Kansas
These **** blue in the face willy wonka
Telling tales taller than Wenbanyama
If i wanted I would expose ya
Goddamn you went and chose her
Chorus
She wanna fuck
She wanna suck
On me
Whoa
She wanna fuck
She wanna suck
On me
I be on it I be on it
Oh yeah
See me in the coupe with something swervin
Oh yeah
She know that i get it litty litty
Oh yeah
Put it on her I know she gon like it
Oh yeah
Young **** backing out the Wraith
Im in the safe
Told her put it in my face I like the taste
She said how she like it straight with no chase
We gon do this no face no case
Ahhhh yeah
Nems
Shorty wanna fuck
So she hitting me up
gave her some good dick now she trynna re up
Told her friend about it shorty aint believe her
Then I bagged that bitch and left the pussy beat up
She live in the burbs so I bring her to the hood yes
Good vibes good times All I have is good sex
Anything less is uncivilized
If she said she dont wanna fuck that bitch living a lie
I be going mad hard
Never let a bitch put bare feet up on my dash board
on the block surronded by mad broads
No kids but im out here fuckin' with this dad bod
Blast 9s they duckin'
You runnin' your mouth
then thats the last time we fuckin'
Extension cord baby I got mad plugs
met homie with his wife now he mad cuzz
Written by: Joseph Cartagena, Marc Shemer, Travis Doyle
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