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Joey Trap - EYES Lyrics



Joey Trap - EYES Lyrics
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(Young rich squad)
Yo
Mm, mm

Yo
Niggas be beefing a lot
I don't do none of the talking I just chill with my shorty
If you want smoke, send my bro
He pull up with the action and bust with a .40
I'm with yo bitch getting naughty
She drop her pants, my whip is so sporty
Do what the streets always taught me
Stack up my bread and just watch where you walking
I know he pussy he talking
But never action
You know I'm packing
I do this shit with a passion
That's why I'm splashing
Diamonds is dancing
You niggas stuck in the past
And I'm in the future
Race me I'll loose ya
You niggas copy, you junior
My niggas shoot ya, chopper gon' tune ya
I had to get in my bag, I had to get bread
I can't do the broke
I just be sipping that Henny
I smoke on that gas I can't do the coke
I'm in that phantom like Danny
Yo bitch drop her panties as soon as I spoke
Young niggas getting that money
I laugh to the bank like that shit is a joke
We just be vibe
I'm with the gang, call it the tribe
Get with the time
Jewish 'n' shit but my lawyer still bribe
Can you describe me
Bitch I'm the king just know I get live
I'm with the Tommy
Ain't no hill figure this chopper gon' drive
Bitch you a mess
You need a pack then say less
My niggas is blessed
Aim at ya top f*ck a vest
Yo bitch giving neck she like how I dress
I'm twenty-one so I'm stressed a millionaire
Who woulda guessed
I'm finna floss like it's crest
I'm doing my thing shorty you know the rest
This one don't need any hook
I came here to gas you came here to fish
I got my shit from the cook
You know he the chef his special the brick
I write my shit like a book
It's easy to me why you niggas look pissed
I'm sorry shorty you shook
I know that you love me I'm never gon' kiss

You niggas weird my nigga
I'm never gon' fear no nigga
I'm talking 'bout
You prolly fear my niggas
'Cause we with the peels 'n' triggers I'm talking 'bout
Banana clip on the AK
Send 'em out have you hit on the same day
I did this shit for the pay day
How we living we ain't take the Safeway

Bitch I might shoot a nigga
Meet my Ruger nigga, yuh-yuh
I did the drums on this beat
Like Lex Luger nigga, yuh-yuh
'Kachi he snapped on the melly
It's free that boy Melly I think about murder
If I ain't rap I'ma felly
Just wishing for opps showing up Timmy Turner
Bitch I'm the best, uh
Feel like a winner, uh
You know the vibe
Eat chicken breast, uh
Had that for dinner, uh
You know what time
I know I'm blessed
Bitch, I'm a sinner
We finna die
Gucci my vest
So if you gon' kill me
Shoot at my eyes

You better shoot at my eyes
Nigga better
Boy better shoot me right in my f*cking head you shoot at me nigga
Niggas finna die today
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(Young rich squad)
Yo
Mm, mm

Yo
Niggas be beefing a lot
I don't do none of the talking I just chill with my shorty
If you want smoke, send my bro
He pull up with the action and bust with a .40
I'm with yo bitch getting naughty
She drop her pants, my whip is so sporty
Do what the streets always taught me
Stack up my bread and just watch where you walking
I know he pussy he talking
But never action
You know I'm packing
I do this shit with a passion
That's why I'm splashing
Diamonds is dancing
You niggas stuck in the past
And I'm in the future
Race me I'll loose ya
You niggas copy, you junior
My niggas shoot ya, chopper gon' tune ya
I had to get in my bag, I had to get bread
I can't do the broke
I just be sipping that Henny
I smoke on that gas I can't do the coke
I'm in that phantom like Danny
Yo bitch drop her panties as soon as I spoke
Young niggas getting that money
I laugh to the bank like that shit is a joke
We just be vibe
I'm with the gang, call it the tribe
Get with the time
Jewish 'n' shit but my lawyer still bribe
Can you describe me
Bitch I'm the king just know I get live
I'm with the Tommy
Ain't no hill figure this chopper gon' drive
Bitch you a mess
You need a pack then say less
My niggas is blessed
Aim at ya top f*ck a vest
Yo bitch giving neck she like how I dress
I'm twenty-one so I'm stressed a millionaire
Who woulda guessed
I'm finna floss like it's crest
I'm doing my thing shorty you know the rest
This one don't need any hook
I came here to gas you came here to fish
I got my shit from the cook
You know he the chef his special the brick
I write my shit like a book
It's easy to me why you niggas look pissed
I'm sorry shorty you shook
I know that you love me I'm never gon' kiss

You niggas weird my nigga
I'm never gon' fear no nigga
I'm talking 'bout
You prolly fear my niggas
'Cause we with the peels 'n' triggers I'm talking 'bout
Banana clip on the AK
Send 'em out have you hit on the same day
I did this shit for the pay day
How we living we ain't take the Safeway

Bitch I might shoot a nigga
Meet my Ruger nigga, yuh-yuh
I did the drums on this beat
Like Lex Luger nigga, yuh-yuh
'Kachi he snapped on the melly
It's free that boy Melly I think about murder
If I ain't rap I'ma felly
Just wishing for opps showing up Timmy Turner
Bitch I'm the best, uh
Feel like a winner, uh
You know the vibe
Eat chicken breast, uh
Had that for dinner, uh
You know what time
I know I'm blessed
Bitch, I'm a sinner
We finna die
Gucci my vest
So if you gon' kill me
Shoot at my eyes

You better shoot at my eyes
Nigga better
Boy better shoot me right in my f*cking head you shoot at me nigga
Niggas finna die today
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Writer: Justin Joseph Kirkpatrick
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Written by: Justin Joseph Kirkpatrick

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