Joey Trap - Hova lyrics

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Joey Trap - Hova lyrics

[Intro] Ayy [Verse 1] Won't somebody tell my enemies I'm a beast Imma' need like ten a piece, Imma' feast We gon' leave his ass deceased on the beach Then we fly out overseas 'til it's sweet What’s with all the jealously, man that’s cold Imma' live a legacy, so I’m told I been drinking Hennessy, on a roll Drop top Kennedy, ni**as fold ni**a, I was with the Gucci wallin' In the club, we all lit, I'm rockin' Gucci probably Now your shawty on my dick, she probably off the molly Better watch that tone with me, cause we gon' catch a body But he know he don't want smoke, he just won't catch apart it And I know you ni**as broke because you not like me Shawty, I don't know your name, yeah why you on your knees? ni**a I be on philosophy, I'm Socrates You don't want drama, please The choppa could chop a tree [Chorus] Anyway, I got my ends in piece, hit the woah Shawty gon' remember me when it's over I be sick like leprosy, ni**as know Imma' reach my destiny with the pole I be with my sons in the trap spot, nova I am not no regular rapper, treat me like hova You just went to college, instead we gon' Trapiola Said he want a little bit, ni**a, I gave a boulder But ni**a, you a deputy, not a sheriff You be snitchin' with no clarity ni**as copy my whole sh*t like it's a parody Show a b*tch another lick, she wanna marry me fu*k it, bend it over b*tch, this ain't a charity [Verse 2] Shawty break down another level See the fit scale, glisten match the diamonds on my wrist, uh Shake that ass b*tch, you get some money, I assist, uh Make it fast, b*tch I got some money to go lick, uh When she leave, then she tryna' pucker, I don't kiss, uh She buggin', that b*tch for the streets Y'all been probably love her, no we talkin', you could take a seat I came out of nothing with a W, and now we eat Had to bring a choppa with a sour, thought we sweet, ayy Check another lick upon my next list Matter to the goal, cause the diamonds won't depress us I been see the VVS's twinkle in that Telsa I need all my chains weighed, baby like it's Texas I been on that cash til' I desire Mac [?] Y'all probably know why Baby out here plotting on a mans with a drive-by I be stackin' money, I'm like damn, that sh*t get high