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Joey Trap - Breaking Pencils Lyrics

[Joey Trap]
Run that bih' up like a track meet
Run that bih' up like a track meet
Gimme the pack and I might tax that, ooh
She gotta fatty I might tap that, ooh
Gimmie ya' addy we pulling up to ya' pad
And then we gon pull out the rattle and go click clack, ooh
I ride that bih' like a boat with a sail on it
She suck my dick then I bail on her, ooh
I got a pack in a box that says mail on it
Open it up and then sell all it, ooh
I'm from the street man I feel like sesame, uh
All of these thotties wanna have sex with me, uh
Whip it and flip it I know the recipe remember me when y'all
Niggas sleeping now you texting me, mmh
She ride my dick like a skateboard, eww
I get the bop I don't date whores, eww
I gave her Xanax she might deep throat, mmh
I got my tool straight from Home Depot, yeah
Lit pimpin', wrist pimpin', whip pimpin'
Shit, okay
Piss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, yeah, they sick, mmh
[Comethazine]
40 round drum get him gone, aye
Aim it at fuck nigga dome, aye
Run through his crib when there's nobody home
And then take everything that he own, aye
My niggas got all them poles, aye
30 round drum at your nose, aye
Niggas they don't want no beef, yeah
She wanna fuck me cause my teeth, are golden
Talk all that shit: Whatchu mean? Its over
I can not smoke regular weed, it's OG
I'm on a kill streak oh no
Uzi clip right at yo nose, aye
Ride with the chopper I might blow, aye
Free X nigga free vro, aye
My niggas running with them poles, aye
I ball on niggas like D rose
Aye, aye, yeah
I smoke that boof with my vro, aye
I smoke that boof with my vro, aye