
About Me Joyner Lucas
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Lord Quest, what up?
Future Joyner out here
Uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh
[Chorus 1]
Couple things about me I don't puff a lot of (Lot of, lot of)
Not a Christian and my auntie say I cuss a lot, uh (A lot, uh, a lot, uh)
She a bad bitch but I done heard enough about her ('bout her, 'bout her)
She mean a lot to you but I don't give a fuck about her ('bout her, 'bout her)
[Interlude 1]
When I'm rich, they'll be jags that I'm drippin' outta (Outta, outta)
So what the fuck I gotta do to make a couple dollars? (Dollars, dollars)
Life's a bitch, you shouldn't press your luck around her ('round her, 'round her)
Just throw a condom on, but fuck a [?] ([?], [?])
[Verse 1]
Everybody call me Joyner but my Mom different (Different)
She call me Gary, but the fiends call me Joseph Griffin (Griffin)
Chef boy, cookin' up hits in my boy's kitchen (Kitchen)
Guaranteed that once they hit it, they'll be all trippin' (Trippin')
[Interlude 2]
Clap, clap, let the heater go (Go)
Everything was good just a week ago ('go, 'go)
Let the birds talk, chirpin' ain't a secret though (Though)
But these bitches know that they won't ever look at me for dough (Dough)
Yeah, yeah
Lord Quest, what up?
Future Joyner out here
Uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh
[Chorus 1]
Couple things about me I don't puff a lot of (Lot of, lot of)
Not a Christian and my auntie say I cuss a lot, uh (A lot, uh, a lot, uh)
She a bad bitch but I done heard enough about her ('bout her, 'bout her)
She mean a lot to you but I don't give a fuck about her ('bout her, 'bout her)
[Interlude 1]
When I'm rich, they'll be jags that I'm drippin' outta (Outta, outta)
So what the fuck I gotta do to make a couple dollars? (Dollars, dollars)
Life's a bitch, you shouldn't press your luck around her ('round her, 'round her)
Just throw a condom on, but fuck a [?] ([?], [?])
[Verse 1]
Everybody call me Joyner but my Mom different (Different)
She call me Gary, but the fiends call me Joseph Griffin (Griffin)
Chef boy, cookin' up hits in my boy's kitchen (Kitchen)
Guaranteed that once they hit it, they'll be all trippin' (Trippin')
[Interlude 2]
Clap, clap, let the heater go (Go)
Everything was good just a week ago ('go, 'go)
Let the birds talk, chirpin' ain't a secret though (Though)
But these bitches know that they won't ever look at me for dough (Dough)
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