Joyner Lucas Stranger Things Lyrics
Stranger Things by JOYNER LUCAS
[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah) Better make room, vroom hear the lambo (celebrate) Bitch better believe that I'ma sniper (yeah) You know I'm about to take you from your man though (so celebrate) Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas acting like bitches it done started up a epidemic It don't make a difference, nigga we winning,I'm plenty grinning A hundred million platinum fucking you ain't got to listen (celebrate) You better step down to me, feel the dick bitch open up your mouth for me Now choke, talk to the dick honestly I'm dope, bitch, coming like eenie meenie miney mo (celebrate) I don't like when I lose, if I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate) Do anything that i want to it, think I'm gonna dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
Related 23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head Listen To Taylor Swift's New Song 'Call It What You Want' Watch Sam Smith And Fifth Harmony Join James Corden For Carpool Karaoke [Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown] While I'm driving, I'm moon walking in the sky Say shooters be jumping inside the buick You duck and hide from the Rugers A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar When the music is I'm alive and I used to get stuck inside of the cubics I never lie with the truth I'm so fucking tired of these losers And all my life wanted the food When its summer time and the juice But I'd rather die than to lose It's a matter of time 'fore i lose it And strategize with the movement Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh Hoe, you know I'm dripping with the sauce, ooh Pretty with a face full of scars, all they do is build me up Try to take me apart. They don't never want to (celebrate) Like you have a label call the doctor heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers, stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored Get the paper i'ma (celebrate) On the corner Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona Got a little spanish bitch that I call, my maricona Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fucking sauna Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate) All you new niggas don't do it for me, look Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me (woah) Designer shades on, like you cooler than me (wait) All we do is win, you a loser to me Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner) You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbing me (grabbing me) Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah) Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me I just might take her around to Applebee's (Applebee's) Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
Check Out Watch Taylor Swift's New Music Video For '...Ready for It?' 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks Listen To Selena Gomez' New Song 'Wolves' 11 Delicious Misheard Lyrics About Food [Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas] All the Cheesecake Factory bubbling, why your mumbling? Watch you utter, stop stuttering What you spend? Let me double it (nah) Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints If all you pussy niggas my kids, are in trouble then Shut up before I spank you for acting up Now I'm waking up in cabanas, cause she bad as fuck And all gorillas don't want bananas, unless your chain is tucked You wiggity-wack with the strap You cross criss, make you jump I criss cross with the pump Ain't no bitch in the trunk Leave that shit for the chumps I still get what I want Don't wanna believe in my mom, but you believe in my dump I'm taking a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout their owners Nigga, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus And every motherfucking record is a hit, if I record it (celebrate) And every motherfucking snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate) You paved your way for this fade, and can't even afford it Seventy-five mill, look at me now (celebrate) And, all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate) You don't really wanna see Brown Need to stop all that shit talking, put the seat down Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas I'ma kill these niggas I should grill these niggas Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me nigga Brake ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart the bacon Hoe, you acting like a pig, you fucking filthy, nigga Now the police tryna locking up in the prison, said I'm guilty I said da da da da da, come and kill me nigga
[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown] They must've forgotten I'm pyscho Oh you want war? Say no more Turn your fucking block into a light show (Joyner) You better be sure, better be sure I'm the realest nigga, that I know And I'm so bored, I might switch cars I'm saving a lotta money on Geico And neighbors knocking on my door, what the fuck you want? Bitch, I'm Irak Listen nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas telling me how I've been living my life Sick of rubbing shoulders, now I'm running over every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride I was watching, you was shopping Ain't never had the shit in my side Now I'm popping, I'm popping, your bitch keep hitting my line It's complicated, keep fucking up with my main bitch, giving it to the side bitch at the same damn time Put it my face, never wasting it, I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it, one more time And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie But I give a uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're acting so (celebrate)
Related 23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head Listen To Taylor Swift's New Song 'Call It What You Want' Watch Sam Smith And Fifth Harmony Join James Corden For Carpool Karaoke [Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown] While I'm driving, I'm moon walking in the sky Say shooters be jumping inside the buick You duck and hide from the Rugers A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar When the music is I'm alive and I used to get stuck inside of the cubics I never lie with the truth I'm so fucking tired of these losers And all my life wanted the food When its summer time and the juice But I'd rather die than to lose It's a matter of time 'fore i lose it And strategize with the movement Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh Hoe, you know I'm dripping with the sauce, ooh Pretty with a face full of scars, all they do is build me up Try to take me apart. They don't never want to (celebrate) Like you have a label call the doctor heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers, stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored Get the paper i'ma (celebrate) On the corner Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona Got a little spanish bitch that I call, my maricona Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fucking sauna Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate) All you new niggas don't do it for me, look Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me (woah) Designer shades on, like you cooler than me (wait) All we do is win, you a loser to me Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner) You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbing me (grabbing me) Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah) Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me I just might take her around to Applebee's (Applebee's) Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
Check Out Watch Taylor Swift's New Music Video For '...Ready for It?' 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks Listen To Selena Gomez' New Song 'Wolves' 11 Delicious Misheard Lyrics About Food [Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas] All the Cheesecake Factory bubbling, why your mumbling? Watch you utter, stop stuttering What you spend? Let me double it (nah) Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints If all you pussy niggas my kids, are in trouble then Shut up before I spank you for acting up Now I'm waking up in cabanas, cause she bad as fuck And all gorillas don't want bananas, unless your chain is tucked You wiggity-wack with the strap You cross criss, make you jump I criss cross with the pump Ain't no bitch in the trunk Leave that shit for the chumps I still get what I want Don't wanna believe in my mom, but you believe in my dump I'm taking a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout their owners Nigga, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus And every motherfucking record is a hit, if I record it (celebrate) And every motherfucking snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate) You paved your way for this fade, and can't even afford it Seventy-five mill, look at me now (celebrate) And, all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate) You don't really wanna see Brown Need to stop all that shit talking, put the seat down Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas I'ma kill these niggas I should grill these niggas Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me nigga Brake ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart the bacon Hoe, you acting like a pig, you fucking filthy, nigga Now the police tryna locking up in the prison, said I'm guilty I said da da da da da, come and kill me nigga
[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown] They must've forgotten I'm pyscho Oh you want war? Say no more Turn your fucking block into a light show (Joyner) You better be sure, better be sure I'm the realest nigga, that I know And I'm so bored, I might switch cars I'm saving a lotta money on Geico And neighbors knocking on my door, what the fuck you want? Bitch, I'm Irak Listen nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas telling me how I've been living my life Sick of rubbing shoulders, now I'm running over every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride I was watching, you was shopping Ain't never had the shit in my side Now I'm popping, I'm popping, your bitch keep hitting my line It's complicated, keep fucking up with my main bitch, giving it to the side bitch at the same damn time Put it my face, never wasting it, I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it, one more time And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie But I give a uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're acting so (celebrate)