Letra de Joker - Jenn Carter

Keep my wife’s name out your fucking mouth

Wow dude it was a G.I Jane joke

Keep my wife’s name out your FUCKING MOUTH

Glahh, boom!

Nigga don’t be dumb

He get hit with the strap and the strap in her back (glaah-glaah, boom)

Now they both hurtin'

Beam on his face like he work in a circus (glah-glah)

Body like Riri, cause 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 shit that you didn’t do?

Spin in the renty might slide with a bitch or two (Damn)

And that boy he got left he in critical (glah-glah)

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 (Boom)

He feeling drippy bullets make him drip (Drip, like)

Like, he think he look like a spliff

Dr Miami that shot to your lip (lip, like)

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 shit (glah-glah)

She a bop, doing my twists

Only want money don’t care bout a diss (glah-glah, boom)

Like damn, sending out shots so I think I'm a bartender

Bullets gon shot him up chop it up

.40 gon wet em up like I'm a gardener (gardener, like)

I be paranoid watch how you move (damn)

One false move and I'm ready to oot

I be clutching my nine can get turned into food

Like no wonder they think I'm a dude (Why they think that?)

Free the loco the brodie on timing

Know the routine we pull up and start wildin' (Wildin')

Blues Clues niggas is hiding (Hidin')

Member them days I was running from sirens (sirens)

41 on my back is you riding (riding, damn)

Brodie gon pass up that audi (audi, boom)

If ion oot know my shooters beside me

If I got shh, Imma rub him like Bounty (yeah)

He wanna smoke he got put into elements

He got put in the trunk, elephant

Pen to my paper it’s giving me presidents (givin me presidents, like)

Live on a net like that boy is a resident (boy is a resident, like)

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 (like, what, like what)

Body like Riri, cause shawty could work it (Like, damn)

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 shit that you didn’t do? (Like, what)

Spin in a renty might slide with a bitch or two (Like, glah)

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 (glrrt, boom)

Keep my wife’s name out your fucking mouth

Wow dude it was a G.I Jane joke

Keep my wife’s name out your FUCKING MOUTH

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