Letra Toofake Joey Trap

Toofake

Ha, ha
Tooth ache, Jolly Rancher
Ha
Okay, be for real

Tooth ache, Jolly Rancher
I been sippin' on that Codeine, lean, it is the answer
Smokin' out the pound for real, I hope I don't get cancer
I just got my bitch a surgery, yes, I'm gon' enhance her
Okay, be for real
Too ahead, you couldn't match up
I should change my name to Mustard 'cause you couldn't catch up
I just threw my pound of runtz I rolled up in the Benz truck
Y'all ain't shooters, y'all be writin', nigga, put them pens up
Okay, be for real

I don't write, I hit the booth and let a nigga spit sauce
She a college student, but her head dumb
Everything is red, my opps is dead, I'm seein' redrum
Nigga, if I call my shooters then the feds come
Yo', they did a sweep last week
Hit the toilet then we flush it, then we puttin' down the seat, no
Shorty is a freak, I let her be her
I be in the trap, I got my feet up
Baby, what's the deal, I'm tryna eat, yeah
Baby, what's the deal, I'm tryna eat, yeah
Okay, 2 a.m., I was up while you was sleepin'
Okay, Codeine, we gon' fill up, 'bout to pull up to the deep end
How your diamonds shinin', bitch, they playin' hide and seek, yeah
Diamond tester, get excited to see my diamonds beep, yeah

For real, tooth ache, Jolly Rancher
I been sippin' on that Codeine, lean, it is the answer
Smokin' out the pound for real, I hope I don't get cancer
I just got my bitch a surgery, yes, I'm gon' enhance her
Okay, be for real
Too ahead, you couldn't match up
I should change my name to Mustard 'cause you couldn't catch up
I just threw my pound of runtz I rolled up in the Benz truck
Y'all ain't shooters, y'all be writin', nigga, put them pens up
Okay, be for real

Tooth ache from the damn cup
I told shorty that my tooth ache, she said it's bad luck
Even though the shit give me a tooth ache, still gon' pour up
And the shit was sweet, I got a tooth ache, still more cups
Okay, be for real
That might be a habit, boy, my habit gettin' bread, though
Okay, I might have a habit, boy, my habit gettin' bread, though
Plus I got a habit sippin' red four
More Jolly Ranchers in my cup because I said so
Go ahead, ho, we in the bed, stroke
I got Percocet's, but you got CVS clothes
We gettin' Xans out from Mexico for them pesos
I want all the Xans, but not gon' pay them
Tooth ache, boy, my stomach geeked out

Be for real, be for real