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Lyrics: NLE Choppa – Joker

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Joker
NLE Choppa

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[Intro: Jimmy Durante]
Smile, though your heart is achin’
Smile even though it’s breakin’
When there are clouds in the sky
You’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Hahaha-hahaha, hahaha-hahaha

[Verse 1]
They callin’ me Joker
They know that the way that I’m movin’, so shiesty
And I’m clutchin’ my poker
For the fuck niggas sayin’ that they don’t like me (Hahaha)
If a nigga really want it
He gon’ pull up on it, we ain’t doin’ no fightin’
I’ma strike a nigga with this forty
You would think I hit him with some fuckin’ lightnin’

[Chorus]
Rackin’ and packin’ this bitch
And you know that I’m thuggin’ and shit
Choppa a nut, ’cause everytime he see the opps
You know he be bustin’ his shit
Whole lot of killers, they ride on my squad
If a nigga want smoke, we gon’ give him pressure
Nigga, know better, we don’t tote Barettas
Got a Glock 23, I might stretch him
Bitch, I keep my heat, I’m a cold stepper

[Verse 2]
None of y’all niggas really puttin’ in work
I put a pussy nigga right on a shirt
If a nigga really want smoke, he in dirt
If a nigga run up, he gon’ get murked
Whole lot of Drac’s when a young nigga slidin’
If a nigga really want smoke, he dyin’
If a nigga pull up on me, slang iron
Whole lot of shots, they gon’ get to fuckin’ flyin’
Everywhere I go, bitch, you know I’m teasin’
Bitch, open up your mouth and get on your knees
If you can’t suck dick, bitch, you gotta leave
She said she can do it if she get some weed
On some real shit, a nigga really hate hoe drama
Want beef? I’ll slap mommas
Yo’ son, he a snitch, you a rat owner
Bullets hit a nigga skin like a tat on ’em
Whole lot of choppas, they sweepin’ your street
And you know we don’t shoot at the feet
I don’t fuck with these rappers
Don’t fuck with these cappers
I might just put ’em on delete
Drop your location to any location
Bitch, you know that we can meet
You gon’ think that pussy got a clothing line
‘Cause I’ma put his ass on a tee, yeah

[Chorus]
Rackin’ and packin’ this bitch
And you know that I’m thuggin’ and shit
Choppa a nut, ’cause everytime he see the opps
You know he be bustin’ his shit
Whole lot of killers, they ride on my squad
If a nigga want smoke, we gon’ give him pressure
Nigga, know better, we don’t tote Barettas
Got a Glock 23, I might stretch him
Bitch, I keep my heat, I’m a cold stepper

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