THA JOKER - We Do It For Fun Pt.3.5 lyrics

rate me

At first I was okay, and then I was just straight

Hit myspace and hoes fell in love with my face

Upped my vocab and then ya boy got nasty

Flow on overdrive, now these niggas can't pass me

Creme de la creme, who him? Nigga him

J-O-K-E-R is on top like a chim but

No santa clause, we grinchin round here

Even white hoods love me, no legend round here

Messages on myspace like W could

It's cause I always go off like ADT in the hood

Yo flow shake but my flow is straight seizure

I run a lot of shit like nickel magnesia

You should be high, Joker smokin like reefer

But niggas sleepin on me, icksnay (pig latin) anesthesia

Room guns, berettas, I am known to burst 'em

Leave a nigga stankin like overexertion

To all my haters... fuck 'em, curse 'em

I drop so many hits, other rappers call me worrisome

Plus they try to steal from my book of rhymes

Now see, that's straight pussy like the March Of Dimes

It's obvious, like we all know Marsha fine

Fuck the game missionary, I'm on top of mine

If you not my clientele, you can't even get the weed sale

Trust no nigga like a heart broken female

Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she shall receive a lot of beats

Like my mutha fuckin g mail

Bitch BYOTCH, money is nuthin

Only reason you don't know cause Forbes don't acknowledge hustling

Joker's mediocre, everybody else is hotter

Someone's in hell drinkin on a glass of water

Dope boy magic, kitchen harry potter

I help move weight, title of an exwatter

I'm on the grind just like dry humping raw

Nigga I'm surprised I havnt caught something

Girls suck nonhesitation no delay

Famous dick, I'm a sell my pubic hairs on ebay

Want the highest bider so I can get with her

First well drink, and then I'll split her

Then we do the do, hell yea I did her

Now I'm done with her I'm a let JR hit her

Then be a friend, introduce her to my boys...

She's gonna need an altoid

Hit the club 17, plus my ID void

Came home with a lot of hoes and my thoughts paranoid

J Cole tell 'em I ain't never been a busta

If real was a disease, I'd be a dead mutha fucka

I make so much money so savin ain't my plan

And I blow so much cake that the candles don't stand

Ice hang to my cock, damn near at my leg

So bitches gotta bobsled just to give me head

El Presedinto, dance for me why don't you

Call the bitch my new car I left a lof of bills on her

Awww skeet skeet I won't for saint pete

I'm tryna blow up big like Aretha's peak

I got hoes on deck, I want want want

And I fuck it so much that I'm nonchalant

Currency problem, money, mula

Dollars make all hoes holla like booyah

Shillings, doubloons, pounds, pesos

No teardrops cause it's killers on my payroll

I can smell pussy like I used to work at Catos

Weave kill in packs, real boy wear a halo

See we know that she goes, so no need for egos

But you tries and lost like when Shack shoots his freethrows

I'm Michael you Tito's, you rappers just freeloads

Part two let the clip go and three is a reload

I'm gone leave a stain on the game just like Cheeto's

So it's gone go my way like I was Carlito

So fck what the plan say, I do me no veto

I'm gone show my black ass like I was in speedos

But I am the teacher, let me sit at my desk, so

I can school this rap game, it's hop scotch chess, and I'm

Leaps jumps, and bows all over the rest

Last line no punchline, I AM THE BEST