Joey Trap – Nemo
Genre Pop

LYRIC
Nemo

Intro

This a different level, you heard
Look

Verse 1

Got bricks like a free throw [Trap
Purp make me lean back like Fat Joe [Hehe
Tool in my bitch purse, Home Depot
Baby give me those straps you don’t need those [Hehe
Yea, I’m black and I'm Puerto Rican
Said she wanna give me throat, now ya bitch eating [Why?
They say Joey throwin' bands and never have a reason [Gang
Kloud god bring hope, nigga fuck a demon
Bend it over she a thot, bitch
Young rich squad, Kloud Gang, fuck the opp shit
Chinese food laumain we got chopsticks
Sorry I won’t ever push a broom where the mop sticks [Hehe
Wet 'em up, we gon' wet 'em up [Wet 'em up
Couple bands, on my wrist, I just wet it up [I ju' wet it up
Cocaine through her nose, she gon' sweat it out [Cocaine, okay
Think I’m married to the money, she won’t lemme out [Word]

Chorus

Yeah my name Joey Trap, ho
Niggas rocking with me everywhere like a black coat
My choppa sing hella loud like a C note
Niggas looking for me can’t find me, Nemo
Say it louder bitch, I need mo' [More
Made another hunnid bands still gon' need mo' [More
When it’s coming to that paper I'ma fiend though
Look ma, no hands, watch her deep throat
Ay, bitch I’m on the Keys [Keys
And if you asking 'bout your girl, that bitch is on her knees [Knees
You know my music I'ma do it always for the cheese [Cheese
So what I’m 'bout to do?
I make her feet bleed

Verse 2

Boop bop I'ma bleed the bitch [Bop
Threw 20 bands on my arm I AP’d the wrist
He be tryna get up in my party, he ain’t make the list [Hah
Shawty over here is bending over like the exorcist [Clap clap clap
Sh-shake that laffy taffy feel like fabo on it [Make it clap
Gangsters move in silence Nina got potatoes on it [Make it clap
Niggas iffy uh, like I got a rainbow on me [Make it clap
She be shaking ass, bust it down and bend it over [Hehe
Hell nah it won’t break me [Nah
Blue strips blue print like JAY-Z [Blue print
Look alive, non stop, like Tay Keith
New York 10 bands at Macy’s
This a real nigga party [Trap
Sip a lot of lean or just pour up some Bacardi [Yee
You can go ahead and dance, think the home girl off a molly [Shake
If you isn’t turning up, you not invited, so I’m sorry aye

Chorus

Yeah my name Joey Trap, ho
Niggas rocking with me everywhere like a black coat
My choppa sing hella loud like a C note [Ay
Niggas looking for me can’t find me, Nemo
Say it louder bitch, I need mo' [More
Made another hunnid bands still gon' need mo' [More
When it’s coming to that paper I'ma fiend though
Look ma, no hands, watch her deep throat [Ayy
Ay, and bitch I’m on the Keys [Keys
And if you asking 'bout your girl, that bitch is on her knees [Knees
You know my music I'ma do it always for the cheese [Cheese
So what I’m 'bout to do?
I make her feet bleed

Outro

Yo, over, shit, trap, bitch

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