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JOEY FATTS lyrics : "The Code"

Fingernails dirty, I've been grinding since 4:30
Magic on the block, won't pass a rock if you're not worthy
The bigs that used to curve me on my dick now

The ^!$$%s that wanted me dead wanna be friends now
But I don't need no f**k ^!$$% or bi**h, I'm threw with this %#@!
My ties that give ^!$$%s these clips, my whole dick don't give a dick

Unless that $$# fat enough for her to smuggle a brick
Now I have a bi**h a whole 36, I think I'm going crazy
A ^!$$% been on some f**king rogue %#@! lately

These ^!$$%s got nowhere, sipping with me 380
Got if from the boys hide the work in the pampers of the baby
These ^!$$%s step back so I'm out of reach

Got in my suit and tie now, their dough is not seen
They say death is at the tongue before my name, my ^!$$%
And you'll be down f**k ^!$$%, I'm not the one


$#&@ ^!$$%s, no, I don't f**k with ^!$$%s
Trust these ^!$$%s, no, I don't trust these ^!$$%s

Love these hoes, no, I don't love these hoes
Ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code
$#&@ ^!$$%s, no, I don't f**k with ^!$$%s

Trust these ^!$$%s, no, I don't trust these ^!$$%s
Love these hoes, no, I don't love these hoes
Ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code


About to turn up, John Tuck, crane oughta come up
Before I get my wing clubbed

And before the pigs try to get my wrist cuffed
Gotta get it, never had it, brought it up and I let 'em have it
They talk, they chit chatter, drum roll please, yeah, I'm brick '

Riding around town with your bi**h on me
She never wanna look for me, tattered bi**h, get on knees
You know she put her lips on me

Loving these hoes, I'm gonna toss in the dough, if she drop it, I fall
And pick it up slowly, want your tips, gotta show me
Standard tits on the folly, don't you act like you know me

Spilled the Chris on my Roley, f**k a bi**h, f**k her homie
There's not enough tattered and phony
Got the bricks out the U hall, I got that red nose, that Rudolph

Take a sniff, boy, you fruit ball, #~!!@
Word around town is they ride it right
But we the homies wanna count commas, dropping by


$#&@ ^!$$%s, no, I don't f**k with ^!$$%s
Trust these ^!$$%s, no, I don't trust these ^!$$%s

Love these hoes, no, I don't love these hoes
Ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code
$#&@ ^!$$%s, no, I don't f**k with ^!$$%s

Trust these ^!$$%s, no, I don't trust these ^!$$%s
Love these hoes, no, I don't love these hoes
Ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code


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