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Joker Video (MV)




Performed By: Blakery
Language: English
Length: 1:39
Written by: Blake Richardson




Blakery - Joker Lyrics




Niggas playin checkers they ain't even playin chess
You ain't got a gun how the f*ck is you a threat
They think they gettin off got the diamonds on they neck
Til the jack boys come
And they leave em lookin stressed
Want them niggas gone?
Drop a bag on they head
Leave a pussy stinking like a ass on his head
Idgaf I'll still never fold
Niggas say a lot but they can't say I ever told
I can have no money and I'll still have the hoes
You be getting money and they still do you bold
Niggas think they winnin but they wastin they seed
Don't give a f*ck what that gotta do with me
People don't like me but they value my opinion
Where the f*ck was you when I was on a money mission
Gave up my soul now these niggas wanna listen
You ain't never seen crack bagged up in the kitchen
You ain't never seen a fein
Get a daily fixing
Momma say I'm trippin
On the east and west
With my mind on a million
Where the f*ck was you when I had to hit the road
Where was you when we was cubbin shipping phones
Did a lotta shit but I ain't never sold crack
Rap a fake life?
Naw I ain't inna that
Hustle everyday gotta make my momma proud
I ain't satisfied until I'm jumpin in the crowd
I ain't satisfied until my name gets onna poster
When we havin sex she gon let a nigga choker
You 30 years old and you still wear a choker
Niggas say they takin risk and they really playin poker
Clown ass nigga
You a mother f*cking joker
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Niggas playin checkers they ain't even playin chess
You ain't got a gun how the f*ck is you a threat
They think they gettin off got the diamonds on they neck
Til the jack boys come
And they leave em lookin stressed
Want them niggas gone?
Drop a bag on they head
Leave a pussy stinking like a ass on his head
Idgaf I'll still never fold
Niggas say a lot but they can't say I ever told
I can have no money and I'll still have the hoes
You be getting money and they still do you bold
Niggas think they winnin but they wastin they seed
Don't give a f*ck what that gotta do with me
People don't like me but they value my opinion
Where the f*ck was you when I was on a money mission
Gave up my soul now these niggas wanna listen
You ain't never seen crack bagged up in the kitchen
You ain't never seen a fein
Get a daily fixing
Momma say I'm trippin
On the east and west
With my mind on a million
Where the f*ck was you when I had to hit the road
Where was you when we was cubbin shipping phones
Did a lotta shit but I ain't never sold crack
Rap a fake life?
Naw I ain't inna that
Hustle everyday gotta make my momma proud
I ain't satisfied until I'm jumpin in the crowd
I ain't satisfied until my name gets onna poster
When we havin sex she gon let a nigga choker
You 30 years old and you still wear a choker
Niggas say they takin risk and they really playin poker
Clown ass nigga
You a mother f*cking joker
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Writer: Blake Richardson
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