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Joey Trap – Tables 2 lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, you niggas still can't sit with us stupid
I did the Louboutin’s, these is Gucci now, you heard?

[Chorus]
Young Rich Squad man you boys can't even sit with us
Said he fly as me boy you must be smoking angel dust
New block blower pull up on you phonem paint you up
I get legal money ion fuck with all that shady stuff

[Verse 1]
Ridin' through the street in my whip, it’s a spaceship, uh
I be in the booth, like a day shift, uh
Girl wanna cuff, I don't date, bitch, uh
Dive off the stage, I'ma break shit
You be mad, I'll be high as fuck
Man you haters sound annoying, like you Donald Duck
If you thinkin' I won't blow up, then you out of luck
I like to use a baby draco, got a lot of buck
And I can't never be a vegan, boy, I love cheese
Probably thought I'm a custodian, I touch cheese
I just bought a rollie for my wrist, I call that time freeze
I don’t wanna hear you move your lips, bitch, do not squeak
She gon’ fuck me at her crib, tell her man off
Keep a fifty round drum, Zach Randolph
Niggas really clean with that nine, no bath salts
Shoot her with the scope, finna aim, take yo' ass off
I don’t know what's broke, bitch, I work hard
And I used to rock [?] and sip wockhardt
Police try to say they saw it on us, bitch, that's not ours
My niggas bang with the blue, like a cop car
Smoke dope, loud pack, that's Jamaican
Stack it up in fives, I ain’t never had no patience

[?]
I used to smoke dope out that crib that was vacant
Niggas tweakin' on you on some motherfuckin' [?]
I don't wanna fuck you, baby girl, I want yo' bestie
I be puttin' green in my pocket so they healthy
I always be right, but I'm shootin' like a lefty, bitch

[Refrain]
And why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag)
Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag)
Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad, hoe?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag, hoe)
Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad, hoe?)
Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag, bitch)
Nigga, why these niggas mad, hoe? (Why they mad, hoe?)
Nigga, I been in my bag, hoe (In my bag, hoe)
Why these niggas mad, hoe? (Why they mad? Why they mad?)
Nigga, I been in my bag, hoe (In my bag, hoe)

[Verse 2]
Why you mad? I get bread now
Put in work so my pockets lookin' fat now
Young Rich Squad, these my brothers, ain't no friends now
Get another check through the mail, like a pen pal
Ridin' through the street in my whip, it's a spaceship
I be in the booth 9 to 5, it's a day shift
Girl wanna cuff, I don't date, bitch
Dive off the stage with the mic, I'ma break shit

[Outro]
Dummy, stupid, stupid
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