TiaCorine - Yung Joc (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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TiaCorine - Yung Joc (en) Lyrics
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If I had a dick, it would be soft
'Cause you talkin' too much,
now I'm peed off
I'ma fuck you real good,
take my weave off
I'ma would if I could, I'm a tree top
You a good lookin' bird, you a peacock
And my music be keepin'
the streets hot
We gon' have us some babies at wedlock
'Cause that coochie make
that nigga'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, bitch
playin' Yung Joc
He ain't playin' that,
so nigga pop-pop
I mean, how you can't fuck
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
dick need a pep talk
And I know that this summer
yo' head blocked
I'm a Gemini, nigga, 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
Word
Word (Yuh)
Word (Okay)
Word (Huh?)
I'ma fuck you real good,
take my wеave off
I'ma fuck you rеal good,
take my weave off
Niggas talkin' too much,
got me pissed off
Bitch, I'm high off the
gas, 'bout to lift off
Bitch, my pockets gettin'
fatter than Rick Ross
Gettin' money and I'm stackin'
that shit tall
If a nigga 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
Nigga, that's what I'm
gettin' rich off
Nigga, I got racks (Racks)
Racks (Racks)
Man, these niggas ain't
get no bag (Bag)
Bag (Bag)
All my bitches, they be bad (Bad)
Bad (Bad)
On gang nigga, yeah
My bitch so bad and I love her friend
Shit don't make no sense
I had to cut that bitch off
She always on games, but she
must think I'm playin'
Lil' boy, step yo' game up
Your bitch in a Honda,
my bitch in a Benz
And my nigga, he get rowdy
just like Ronda
He'll knock out yo' man's (Knock
out yo' man's, bro)
Skeet
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