| This is a story
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| Bout my lil homie joey
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| So joey started selling more drugs
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| Than my older homies
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| Muthafuckers started hatin' quick
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| Being on the lamest shit
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| All because joey
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| Owned the latest shit
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| A young kid
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| Who found drug distribution
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| Feeling all alone
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| While his older sister’s prostitutin'
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| You’re beautiful
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| But i hate to say it
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| Your beauty’s ruined
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| I blame the struggle
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| And all the bullshit
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| That made you do it
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| No matter what
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| I love my sister though
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| And g i promise
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| I’m a change your life
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| Once i flip a brick of coke
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| But for now
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| I’m a just chill
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| And flip some dough
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| And smoke weed
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| And dark liquor, i sip it slow
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| Trying to forget
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| My mother put us in foster homes
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| In deep depression
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| It made me feel
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| Like i lost my soul
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| I got recruited to a gang
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| And now i’m trippin' hard
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| No father figure
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| His father is up in a prison yard
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| I wonder why my family is so dysfunctional
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| So hard to function
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| Hustlin' hard has been my arsenal
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| Often been broken hearted
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| By women who look to bombest
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| Fuck it he don’t look back
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| When he tell these bitches
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| He’s honest
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| But always give em respect
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| Keep in mind
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| It’s somebody’s daughter
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| He learned his lesson
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| From different women who call em
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| Some they go to school
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| And some they started strippin'
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| Drug dealin' was good
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| And of course he started trickin'
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| Buying women
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| Designer purses & shoes
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| Different girls to choose
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| What up to jasmine at deja vu
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| Ambitions of a woman with dreams right
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| Started with a gift
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| Now she fucking her team right
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| (told you)
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| Like fuck it we live the g life
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| In slow motion
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| As we hit the weed pipe
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| Stayed focused on bad women
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| And shady men
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| He should’ve known
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| From that one txt
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| At 3 a. |
| m
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| A naked picture from jasmine
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| Like what up?
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| Dot dot l-o-l
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| Come & pick me up
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| So joey’s now driving
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| Ghetto birds & sirens
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| Mobbin' through south central
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| Los angeles violence
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| On figueroa & 82nd
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| He made a left
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| He put his music down
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| Suddenly another txt
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| Like hold up give me a sec
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| He replied with
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| I’m in that grey lex
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| And now he’s looking through his rearview
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| He got that feeling
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| Like when somebody is gettin' near you
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| A black truck pulls up
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| The driver covered his face
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| Started waving a gun
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| And said what up muthafucka
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| Where the fuck you from?
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| Pop pop pop
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| She was settin' him up
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| Never trust a beautiful woman
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| They’ll be quick to have muthafuckas come get you
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| R.i.p. |
| to my homies, dead & gone
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| All the real hustlers in the streets, hell yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Joey and Jasmine, artist - King Lil G. Album song AK47 Boyz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп