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Can’t Get Enough by Joey Whatever

[Chorus: Joey Whatever] Yeah I’ve been chilling and I’m zoning off these drugs yeah I think I did too much yeah But I don’t give a fuck yeah Cause I do what I want yeah And I can’t get enough yeah But why do I feel stuck yeah Never give a hoe no trust yeah Lean up in my cup yeah Thumb up in her butt yeah [Verse 1: Joey Whatever] Fuck this bitch she like it rough yeah I pull her hair that shit be tough yeah I be sipping purple stuff yeah Half of y’all are punks yeah The other half be chumps yeah Watch me while I stunt yeah I get so lost in the cunt yeah Eat her out while she rolls blunts yeah Got this bitch in love yeah But I don’t love no slut yeah Watch while I move when I’m grinding with all of my homies These niggas be acting and talking like they really know me She got a man but she wanna fuck so we keep it lowkey Whenever we fuck and I make her cum she screaming out Joey Mind your business you nosey Can’t get enough, might OD She begging for the dick like oh please But no hoe can control me When I smile you see my gold teeth Hit licks ‘til I have a rollie I’m real and you so phony Bitch ride me like a pony [Chorus: Joey Whatever] I’ve been chilling and I’m zoning off these drugs yeah I think I did too much yeah But I don’t give a fuck yeah Cause I do what I want yeah And I can’t get enough yeah But why do I feel stuck yeah Never give a hoe no trust yeah Lean up in my cup yeah Thumb up in her butt yeah

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Long Time Part 2 by Joey Whatever

[Verse 1: Joey Whatever] Hella dope in my backpack That bitch old you can have that I’ve been on one on two Let me back track (Do you love me?) Why the fuck you gotta ask that? Fuck her good now my back scratched All this coke gotta bag that Bad bitch and her ass fat And I’m gonna eat it like a snack pack Baby girl let me grab that Flip some work like a flapjack Got a problem better back back Before I go and grab my black mask Shoot your feet and make you tap dance I need my money this your last chance I need my money where my cash at? And I’m doing whatever I wanna do Ang I’m going crazy looking for trouble to go get into And I love it when I fuck her and she take it yeah she do That’s my fucking mother fucking boo When she suck it she the truth Take a lil break cause your face is turning blue I swear this bitch the truth when I walk up in the room She stand straight up look at daddy and salute Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Joey Whatever] It’s 4 in the morning And you know what she snorting I’m lost in the moment With my bitch and she gorgeous I’ve been grinding for a long time Yup a long ride I want it all, yeah Like it’s all mine [Verse 2: Joey Whatever] Watch me get it with my mother fucking G’s I’m gonna be exactly what I’m wanna be I’m gonna see all the things that I’m gonna see Keep a bad bitch on her knees And she never wanna leave Bitch you gotta go Cause I’m trying to get some sleep And I don’t nap with hoes so get away from me I’m just trying to fuck and make that pussy cream Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Joey Whatever] It’s 4 in the morning And you know what she snorting I’m lost in the moment With my bitch and she gorgeous I’ve been grinding for a long time Yup a long ride I want it all, yeah Like it’s all mine Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah Yeah

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Believe Me by Joey Whatever ft. Whyjae

[Intro: Joey Whatever] Little bad bitch said I ain’t shit Well fuck it you hoe Believe me I know Yeah I know [Chorus: Joey Whatever] Little bad bitch said I ain’t shit Believe me I know Oh believe me I know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My enemies all want me dead Believe me I know Oh believe me I know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah They hate to see me achieve it Believe me I know But I’m just way to cold (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) These niggas just wanna see me bleeding But believe me I won’t Oh believe me I won’t [Verse 1: Joey Whatever] I just left the trap house and it’s bleeding All this money that we seeing Double cup so I’m leaning I don’t know what the fuck y’all are thinking But I know y’all still sleeping It’s ok I’m still eating Southeast ‘til the mother fucking fullest Southeast is the mother fucking truest Southeast where I mother fucking do this I’m gonna get faster then a fucking bullet Got a gun, but I know you never use it None of my niggas ever look stupid When I go in mother fucker I’m ruthless I don’t really give a fuck that’s how I do it Spending this money because I got it Mother fuckers be hating because they bitches be watching But it’s ok I guess I get it cause these niggas ain’t popping The way I am if I was them I guess I wish I was stopping Now I’m about to take this bad bitch shopping I don’t do this shit often But she fucked me so good my dick throbbing Smoke some good weed Now this bitch coughing [Chorus: Joey Whatever] Little bad shit said I ain’t shit Believe me I know Now bag up this coke They hate to see me achieve it Because they so hoe I don’t trip I just smoke Little bad bitch said I ain’t shit Believe me I know Oh believe me I know My enemies all want me dead Believe me I know Oh believe me I know They hate to see me achieve it Believe me I know But I’m just way too cold These niggas wanna see me bleeding But believe me I won’t Oh believe me I won’t [Verse 2: Whyjae] Shit believe me I won’t Fall off for a lame nigga, bitch, nor hoe And I promise to remain, keep the clique on goal And I never chill ‘til the wrist on froze See I never change unless I’m breaking a hundred I get paid for a walk thru because I run it And if you just did it then believe I done it And if it’s something to you then to me it’s probably nothing My nigga, you see, Oh my believe me I know Extra clip for the 40 if you really want smoke I don’t met a lot of haters used to call my bro I done met a lot of bitches used to call my hoe I done been a lot of places that I didn’t get paid Now I don’t show up to the spot unless they signing my name Yeah I got a bunch secrets I’m gonna take to the grave Roll with a whole bunch of niggas that’ll put you in a grave, behave See ain’t nothing to a nigga like me To pull up on your brand new wheres with id’s As if a nigga was searching for some type of ID Leave you dead up in the streets, They won’t find a ID Been at it for a minute, Stacking money to the ceiling Only nigga in the city with a patent on his business I’m at it ‘til I’m finished It’s best you mind your business When you see a nigga rolling up with windows that’s tinted God damn, God damn

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Coming Down by Joey Whatever

[Chorus: Joey Whatever] I think I’m coming down And yeah I hate it Oh yeah I hate this, so frustrating when we coming down Oh I can’t take it Lord I can’t take this Irritated, when we coming down Coming down down Gotta go and get faded Let’s go get wasted Yeah let’s chase it Cause we’re coming down Coming down down This shit outrageous It drives me crazy Yeah I hate it when I’m coming down [Verse 1: Joey Whatever] Been up for days can’t go back now Let’s smoke a pound In a sea of drugs I just wanna drown Don’t make a sound Pop a pill, fuck it take one now Pop one more Why not 3 just chug them hoes down I wanna be high ‘til I go Trippng on acid and smoking on dro If I am not then I’m pouring a four This is the only thing I’ve ever known And I love it, oh yeah I love it With Lucy out in public Well do you trust it? I don’t but fuck it, yeah My minds blown and I’m faded, yeah I love this shit so I chase it, yeah Come do these drugs with me baby And we ain’t stopping cause we hate it when we coming down [Chorus 2: Joey Whatever] And yeah I hate it Oh yeah I hate this, so frustrating when we coming down Oh I can’t take it Lord I can’t take this Irritated, when we coming down Coming down down Gotta go and get faded Let’s go get wasted Yeah let’s chase it Cause we’re coming down Coming down down This shit outrageous It drives me crazy Yeah I hate it when I’m coming down [Verse 2: Joey Whatever] I’m busting out lines and I’m tweaking so bad Haven’t slept 3 days and I’m mad Cause I have no more drugs in my bad, yeah And the shit just making me sad, yeah Go get more, come back yeah A bitch nigga might OD yeah But I ain’t really worried about that yeah I snorted a molly and boy I feel great She pulling my hair while she riding my face All on these drugs, we should stop, but we know that we ain’t We snort it all up just to numb all the pain Cause we ain’t coming down Fuck it

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.45 Packing by Joey Whatever ft. Mel Duke

[Chorus: Joey Whatever] Bitch I’m stacking, .45 Packing On my phone still trapping Yeah cocaine packing We don’t do no lacking I’m real, You acting All my niggas be adding Yeah there’s no subtracting We do what we want cause we on Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We do what we want cause we on Oh yeah, yeah, yeah We do what we want cause we on Oh yeah, yeah, yeah We do what we want cause we on Yeah [Verse 1: Joey Whatever] Your bitch so trashy My bitch so classy Gave your hoe some lotion Cause that bitch so ashy Fuck around with Ashley Cause that bitch so nasty Man where all my hoes at Tell them get back at me Mobbing thru all of the backstreets Y’all are some boys like the backstreets I’m running fast to the money Yeah like I’m at a track meet A-K up under my backseat What am I doing? Don’t ask me Cause the feds they be watching Yeah they try to harass me Aye lil mama just passed me Man look at them ass cheeks Pour some lean on that pussy Yeah that shit make me happy She screaming out daddy She looking right at me She wanna post shit up on Twitter But bitch don’t you go @ me This weed is so gassy I done rolled me a fatty Fucked this bitch in a suit Man now I feel fancy ‘Bout to pop me these Xanny’s I don’t know they relax me I’m fucking this bitch But after I’m done this hoe need a taxi [Verse 2: Mel Duke] My bitch so flashy Your bitch so trashy Gave your hoe $10 dollars Cause she looked unhappy Trapping in all of the alley’s We catching plays like some athletes All of my niggas stay fresh Yeah like we at the Grammy’s Hit that bitch right in my backseat She gave me face like some acne Fucked on your hoe Kicked her ass out and mailed that bitch some Plan B [Chorus: Mel Duke] Bitch I’m stacking .45 Packing On my phone still trapping Cocaine bagging We don’t do no lacking I’m real, you acting All my niggas be adding, there’s no subtraction We do what we want cause we on Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We do what we want cause we on Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We do what we want cause we on Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We do what we want cause we on Yeah

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