BACK IN BLOOD JOYNER LUCAS LYRICS (REMIX)ALBUMS, ENGLISH SONGS / By Jayesh Khade BACK IN BLOOD JOYNER LUCAS LYRICS (REMIX)[Intro] Ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner Yeah, look (Ayy)[Verse] I ain’t been on my freestyle shit in a minute but niggas don’t put no respect So tell all these rappers that I’m takin’ over, just so you know what to expect I wasn’t gon’ do it at first but fuck it, I must keep my foot on they neck If I give you a warning, you better believe me, you know I stay good on my threats Nigga, I spent my whole life in the studio, shit kinda feel like I’m doin’ a stretch I wish I could spend more time with my son but I know that I’m doin’ the best And I know that it’s worth it when he look at mе and say, “Daddy, look, you are the best” Need to find a nеw way to deal with my anger ’cause I never do good with stress Niggas hate when I brag, I know, when I talk about cash, I know When I talk about cars, I know, all the bitches I have, I know They say, “J, I miss when you was broke Way before all the fame and glory Money changed you, it made you corny The material things just bore me You’re no different than all of these industry niggas, I thought you were special and awesome Now you sellin’ your soul and just hopin’ on records with anyone, nigga, you lost it I miss when you made music that I could relate to ’cause all of your new shit ain’t thoughtful When you gon’ make some new music with Marshall? When you gon’ pull some new shit out the arsenal?” I’m back on my remix shit, don’t sue me, nigga, I’m too unruly I might slide on a hoe like Toosie, bitch, I’m too dang groovy, ooh Niggas try and cancel me like Boosie, all y’all hoes is goofy But, yeah, you know my life’s a movie, I sold crack to Pookie Look, she in love with the cocaine, I’m in love with the dope gang Try to cook crack with a oven and propane Try to make a dollar back when I ain’t have no name But niggas told me that I had to stay in my own lane I jumped in the water and started makin’ my own wave I’m watchin’ the pool splash, they told me don’t move fast And every nigga doin’ better than me, I blew past Now niggas look at me, like, “How the fuck did he do that?” I got one crib, I don’t live in it The other one is big enough to probably put my other muhfuckin’ crib in it But one crib, I made a clubhouse and stuffed all my step kids in it And then I built me a trap house and let all the fiends take a hit in it And I might buy a church too, just in case I wanna sin it Put a hot tub in the front row, let all my hoes come swim in it Yeah, I made so much bread, I bought a crib to take a shit in it You talk about it, I’m livin’ it, you brag about it, I been did it And I got your bitch in the whip ridin’ shotgun with the ceiling down You let her down, I feel her up just ’cause the bitch feelin’ down I don’t know if her ass real but I do know that it’s really round I think that I’m tall enough for her to give me head without kneelin’ down Fake niggas only really lie just because of prolly how real it sounds Please shut the fuck up anytime I bring somebody real around You versus me, nigga? That’s like a whale pushin’ a seal around Tell me, how many dead rappers you think it takes to fill the ground? And bitch, I’m in pimp mode, I only know what the pimps know The man in the mirror is schizo, I pay a stripper in crypto I pay a stripper in crypto, I do not care if you lit, though I hit my plug from the flip phone, I’m sellin’ pebbles to Flinstones Scam nightly, sellin’ whatever the strand might be, yeah Get like me, all of my packages sealed tightly, yeah I had a record deal, then I drop a label, nigga, come take a chance like me You niggas cannot advance like me, you’ll give Atlantic back the advance like me I got the upper hand, mm, and I got the other hand icy My diamonds movin’ like Chris Brown, you know I love when they dance hyphy Ayy, ayy, only nigga that told his girlfriends ’bout my other girlfriends in front of my side lil’ bitch and wifey Give a fuck about security in the club, we gon’ ride Give a fuck if it’s a quarantine or not, we still outside The last nigga tried to play me talkin’ crazy, then he died Like them cheap-ass hoes [?], catch you slippin’, we gon’ slide Ooh, ooh, catch you slippin’, we gon’ slide Put that rubber on that grip, then we gon’ cut your ass outside Send ’em goonies on that mission, it go trip and you gon’ hide When you get hit that blicky you gon’ wish that you done died [Outro] Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, Joyner Ayy, ayyBACK IN BLOOD REMIX MUSIC VIDEO
