Joey Fatts

Joey Fatts - The Code lyrics

rate me

Fingernails dirty, I’ve been grinding since 4:30

Magic on the block, won’t pass a rock if you’re not worthy

The bigs that used to curve me on my dick now

The niggas that wanted me dead wanna be friends now

But I don’t need no fuck nigga or bitch, I’m threw with this shit

My ties that give niggas these clips, my whole dick don’t give a dick

Unless that ass fat enough for her to smuggle a brick

Now I have a bitch a whole 36, I think I’m going crazy

A nigga been on some fucking rogue shit lately

These niggas got nowhere, sipping with me 380

Got if from the boys hide the work in the pampers of the baby

These niggas step back so I’m out of reach

Got in my suit and tie now, their dough is not seen

They say death is at the tongue before my name, my nigga

And you’ll be down fuck nigga, I’m not the one

Fuck niggas, no, I don’t fuck with niggas

Trust these niggas, no, I don’t trust these niggas

Love these hoes, no, I don’t love these hoes

Ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code

Fuck niggas, no, I don’t fuck with niggas

Trust these niggas, no, I don’t trust these niggas

Love these hoes, no, I don’t love these hoes

Ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code

About to turn up, John Tuck, crane oughta come up

Before I get my wing clubbed

And before the pigs try to get my wrist cuffed

Gotta get it, never had it, brought it up and I let ‘em have it

They talk, they chit chatter, drum roll please, yeah, I’m brick …

Riding around town with your bitch on me

She never wanna look for me, tattered bitch, get on knees

You know she put her lips on me

Loving these hoes, I’m gonna toss in the dough, if she drop it, I fall

And pick it up slowly, want your tips, gotta show me

Standard tits on the folly, don’t you act like you know me

Spilled the Chris on my Roley, fuck a bitch, fuck her homie

There’s not enough tattered and phony

Got the bricks out the U hall, I got that red nose, that Rudolph

Take a sniff, boy, you fruit ball, pussy

Word around town is they ride it right

But we the homies wanna count commas, dropping by

Fuck niggas, no, I don’t fuck with niggas

Trust these niggas, no, I don’t trust these niggas

Love these hoes, no, I don’t love these hoes

Ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code

Fuck niggas, no, I don’t fuck with niggas

Trust these niggas, no, I don’t trust these niggas

Love these hoes, no, I don’t love these hoes

Ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code

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