YUNG JOC (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: TiaCorine]
If I had a di*k, it would be soft
'Cause you talkin' too much, now I'm peed off
I'ma f*ck you real good, take my weave off
I'ma would if I could, I'm a tree top

[Verse 1: TiaCorine]
You a good lookin' bird, you a peac*ck
And my music be keepin' the streets hot
We gon' have us some babies at wedlock
'Cause that coochie make that n*gga's leg lock
And one punch to your head give a topknot
She gon' ride by my crib wit' a card lock
Man, it's goin' down, b*tch playin' Yung Joc
He ain't playin' that, so n*gga pop-pop
I mean, how you can't f*ck wit' your socks off?
Need it perfect, now take a band off
I thought we was gon' fight, but you ran off
Now you makin' me dry, turn the fan off
You ain't tired, your di*k need a pep talk
And I know that this summer yo' head blocked
I'm a Gemini, n*gga, I flip flop
If we beefin', I'm still ridin' drop-top
And it's only for you, got a soft spot
You was joggin' and trappin' off hotspot
[Refrain: TiaCorine]
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[Chorus: TiaCorine]
If I had a di*k, it would be soft
'Cause you talkin' too much, now I'm peed off
I'ma f*ck you real good, take my wеave off
I'ma would if I could, I'm a tree top
If I had a di*k, it would be soft
'Cause you talkin' too much, now I'm peed off
I'ma f*ck you rеal good, take my weave off
I'ma would if I could, I'm a tree top

[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
n*ggas talkin' too much, got me p*ssed off
b*tch, I'm high off the gas, 'bout to lift off
b*tch, my pockets gettin' fatter than Rick Ross
Gettin' money and I'm stackin' that sh*t tall
If a n*gga out here playin' around with the guys
Bro done make 'em hit the criss-cross
Every day, I hit the booth and I snap on the mic
n*gga, that's what I'm gettin' rich off
[Bridge: Luh Tyler]
n*gga, I got racks (Racks)
Racks (Racks)
Racks (Racks)
n*gga, I got racks (Racks)
Racks (Racks)
Racks (Racks)
Man, these n*ggas ain't get no bag (Bag)
Bag (Bag)
Bag (Bag)
All my b*tches, they be bad (Bad)
Bad (Bad)
Bad (Bad)
On gang, n*gga, yeah

[Outro: Luh Tyler]
My b*tch so bad and I love her friend
sh*t don't make no sense
I had to cut that b*tch off
She always on games, but she must think I'm playin'
Lil' boy, step your game up
Your b*tch in a Honda, my b*tch in a Benz
And my n*gga, he get rowdy just like Ronda
He'll knock out your mans (Knock out your mans, bro)
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