Joey Trap - Slap Ya Mouth Lyrics

Lyrics Slap Ya Mouth - Joey Trap



My dot red, just like Clifford
I'm in Tokyo right now
I feel like Tokyo right now
Look, uh
Akachi on the beat, lil bitch
I know some real ass niggas, bruh (Haha)
But the problem is there's more fake niggas out (Fake)
Raw gas shake ya' house
Talk shit, I slap ya mouth
I'm out in Tokyo, you niggas chillin' on the couch
Ask these niggas what I'm 'bout (Bitch)
I keep the benz-areli parked about my granny crib (Nyewm)
And every time I come back for it they say, "How you been?"
I say, "I've been climbing to the
Highest I can get" (I'm chillin', bitch)
And me and Tokyo been willin' out and flippin' shit
I was never thinking for a fucking second that I'd
Come a second to you pussy niggas (Huh, yuh, bitch)
Momma told me that the most important lesson,
Take your blessings and you shoot up pussy niggas
Wow, I remember being homeless
Sleepin' on a nigga couch
Rolling off the fucking addy's
Now my name is in they mouth (Bitch)
I used to sell the Xans (Xans)
Now your girl think I'm the man, uh
Fit cost a whole lotta bands, uh haha
I'm off a perc, I can't stand up
You should ride the bus home, look
I don't even touch on chrome, look
But I always keep it on me
I gotta stay protected from the homies
Even your close friends switch nowadays
I'm frozen, when I chill in the Wraith
My new whip got a whole lotta space
Your girlfriend text me all uppercase
She mad 'cause I ain't even wanna fuck her
Niggas get it out the mud, bruh
You a cop, you wanna cuff her
Tokyo we in the rush, bruh
Me, I'm stackin' all my funds up (bitch)
I don't never give a fuck, bruh
I just want trophies, trophies
You wanna act like you know me, homie
Bullets make him dance like hokey-pokey
He want smoke but he be chokin' brodie
Car go zim-zim-zim, Invader, uh
Make him deep-through this AR, uh
Special beam cannon, gun, laser, uh
Suicide doors, wrist razor, uh
Supersize solar-beam, think with the ovaries
I am a metal on me with no holes in me
Get to that bag of the green like some groceries
I got like a .30 clip inside my pocket
Remember they hated on me now they watchin'
I'm chillin' in Tokyo, I got [?]
Sick, I think I ate some bad food
I fuck your bitch 'cause she rude
Swear I hate bitches that's prude (Eww)
Ya'll niggas made me sick, uh
Tip-toe up in your crib, uh
Yeah i'm aboutta take yo shit, bitch, yeah, uh
Slide in a nigga like a flip-flop, uh
Left wrist fist like a big rock, uh
Yeah you lil' mama gave me lip-gloss, uh
I know some real ass niggas, bruh (Haha)
But the problem is there's more fake niggas out (Fake)
Raw gas shake ya' house
Talk shit, I slap ya mouth
I'm out in Tokyo, you niggas chillin' on the couch
Ask these niggas what I'm 'bout (Bitch)
I keep the benz-areli parked about my granny crib (Nyewm)
And every time I come back for it they say, "How you been?"
I say, "I've been climbing to the
Highest I can get" (I'm chillin', bitch)
And me and Tokyo been willin' out and flippin' shit
I was never thinking for a fucking second that I'd
Come a second to you pussy niggas (Huh, yuh, bitch)
Momma told me that the most important lesson,
Take your blessings and you shoot up pussy niggas
Wow, I remember being homeless
Sleepin' on a nigga couch
Rolling off the fucking addy's
Now my name is in they mouth (Bitch)



Writer(s): Joey Trap


Joey Trap - Trapped in Tokyo
Album Trapped in Tokyo
date of release
13-09-2019



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