Fuck it [Pt. 2]

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Joey Indica

Joey Indica is a musical artist known for his unique blend of indie pop and electronic music. His introspective lyrics combined with catchy melodies have garnered him a dedicated fan base. With his distinctive sound and relatable songwriting, Joey Indica has steadily been making a name for himself in the music industry. more »

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Your bitch wanna f*ck she a dime (A dime)
Diamonds all on my wrist I cannot see the time
Mix the lean with the lemon lime (Lemon lime!)
Chrome-heart shirt and my jeans number 9 (Yeah)
My new bitch a ten, my ex was a nine
Call up my plug he gon' come with the fire
Glock nine on my waist to my side
Feel like BK got hoes to my left and my right
You with the feds you gon' sing like Mariah
We finna start a lil riot
Pulling right up to my ops
Can't be gang if you f*ck with the cops
How you say your balling wearing pnp socks (Pnp socks my guy)
F*ck it I'd cop me some crocks (Yeah)
Making money from the stocks
And I know niggas that'd bust off your top
I been smoking this weed since like 12 (Smoking since like 12)
Roll a J by myself (Roll a j by my)
Making money, making wealth
Niggas watching like the elf on the shelf
Niggas plotting cos they can't make money
We wiping his nose, that shit too runny
My bitch made of water like fucking Dasani
Aye man f*ck that Dasani

F*ck it, f*ck it
Lemme just hop on the beat
Sippin' Henny, at my spot with the girl of your dreams
Would you hop in the Mercedes
Takin off like a rocket
Racks in all of my pockets
Call up my plug he the socket
Jump out the whip, smoke everywhere I feel like I'm in the clouds
Kick it with your bitch, I'm off the molly, shit got me sweatin' now
Sometimes it feel like I might be goin' too hard
Think I need calm down and slow down
Man f*ck the shit I'm too young
Too gone
Tryna stack this paper
Tryna ball like the Lakers
F*ck nigga see you later

Huh huh (Pew pew pew) is Big Bluntzz
Smoke on an opp pack nigga
You niggas ain't safe, choppa (Chop) you the bait
Z88, I keep me a strap
F*ck around you get splat nigga
Dem hunnies is bugging cos niggas ain't got cheese
In the end all these niggas is rats (Damn)
Yeah my shawty her hair like Dab-rat (Dab-rat)
And her booty too juicy a snack (Ritos)
Vans on, vest on, threads sharp I got swag (Yeah)
Heard you just spent a band on J's lil nigga your Mike misplaced (That's fake)
The thotties you claim you f*ck my nigga don't even know your name (Shit)
I swear you lame, f*ck outta here cos you too basic nigga

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