Jock The Steezo versuri

Jock The Steezo lyrics by Soulja Boy

Intro
Gold On Deck
Yuh
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Verse 1
Gold On Deck
Everything straight
Ridin’ through my hood and my niggas gettin’ cake
What the fuck you talkin’ bout let me flip the flow up real quick
Niggas gettin’ that money ?
Nigga talkin’ that shit but don’t really wanna spit
? don’t wanna beef ? don’t want the heat
I’m in these streets
You see me in these streets shinin’
You see me in these streets grindin’
What the fuck you niggas talkin’ bout ?
If you get your education maybe you can get some blessings
I might
Take off on you niggas
Like a UFO
On my spaceship
They hollerin’ „There he go”
Above the earth
Above the clouds
I’m gettin’ money everybody make they city proud

Chorus
Wow, wow, hoe don’t jock the steez
Wow, wow, hoe don’t jock the steezo
Woah, don’t jock the steezo
Woah, don’t jock the steezo

Verse 2
Chain on froze and my ring do the same thing
Everytime you see me man my red-blue diamonds gangbang
And they see me in the trap I let my chain swang
They love the way I let my nuts hang
I gives a fuck bitch
I made this beat and the recipe
Shoutout to my niggas gettin’ money ?
Everytime we go we get that paper and it’s nothing
And you see me in the trap you know „Damn, my nigga stuntin'”
I say Stacks On Deck
Rack, do the Rack Daddy
Rack, do the Rack Daddy
Rack, do the Rack Daddy
Money on deck
And we keep it comin’
No there is no competition
Leavin’ all you rappers missing
You niggas can’t comprehend
How the fuck we’re gonna spend
2010’s over and now it’s 2012 my nig
Soulja Boy I’m super rich, I’m super, bitch
I take that bitch and give her super dick
Don’t give a fuck about a crucifix
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We super rich and all my niggas gettin’ paid
This that 2012 shit mane
This that 2012 shit mane
This that 2012 shit (Hol’ up)
Niggas actin’ like they don’t really wanna know
What the fuck they talkin’ bout, we gettin’ throwed
All my niggas in the motherfuckin’ club and all my niggas gettin’ ?
All y’all niggas can’t really see me it’s SOD on the fuckin’ TV
? too deep in the motherfuckin’ street
Keep my shit on fuckin’ repeat like wow
I’m in New York City with a bad bitch
On 106 & Park actin’ a savage
Put me on the TV screen I’m blinkin
And I got so much jewelery got my diamonds and they’re singin’ like
Hell yeah
Yeah yeah
It’s okay we gon’
Ball on these niggas that be sleepin’ on us
? think we ? but we really cannot see you brothers
Hold on
Different colours in my chain it got me blingin’
And I come with that new swag and they like „What the fuck he saying?”
Bitch I’m on another planet you can’t comprehend you listen slow
I pull up in that fast car in that Jaguar they like „There he go”, woah

Outro
This that 2012 shit mane
This that 2012 shit mane
This that 2012 shit mane
This that 2012 shit yuh