Joseph & Mary Lyrics – Lil Tracy
Yeah, hold up
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
M-M-Marvy (Ayy)
Okay, she suck on *** like she wanna get married (She wanna get married)
But I’m not *** that ***, we like Joseph and Mary (Jospeh and Mary)
Too many racks, this *** getting scary (*** getting scary)
I don’t not rap, so please don’t compare me
To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag
I’m finna move out of my house into another pad
These niggas still sleeping on couches, what the *** is that? (What the *** is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin’ round in Gucci bucket hats
I woke up this morning, I look in the mirror I’m glad to be me
Then I run up my racks for whole *** day then I go to sleep
Boy you fake as your diamonds, you fake as a btich, boy you need to decease
Yes I’m fly as a pilot, my diamonds legit and they wet like a sea (Let’s go, let’s go, okay)
I’m with Bans in this *** we got freaky hoes (We got freaky hoes)
I like when the *** be tight like a cheerio (Like a cheerio, woo)
I like rocking expensive materials (Materials)
She put the drugs on her tongue, I’m like, “Here we go”
I know they mad that I’m happy
I was *** your ***, you was playing a game, I can see why that made you unhappy
No kids, but she calling me daddy
Why you keep talking about me, I’ma put your ass right in a caddy
Okay, she suck on *** like she wanna get married (She wanna get married)
But I’m not *** that ***, we like Joseph and Mary (Jospeh and Mary)
Too many racks, this *** getting scary (*** getting scary)
I don’t not rap, so please don’t compare me
To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag
I’m finna move out of my house into another pad
These niggas still sleeping on couches, what the *** is that? (What the *** is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin’ round in Gucci bucket hats
Money on money, hundreds on hundreds, woah
I ride around with that cutter
Young *** straight out the slum
Hundred racks in the Goyard
Just a young ***, I get to the money, I break the bank
Say you robbed me, that *** there cap, that *** no way
Hit from the back, I pull out, bust all on her lace
These niggas broke as ***, I see it in they face
They know how I come, I’m so 1OF1
Me and Tracy like blood, we got millions
We straight out the slums, get flyer than slums
Good girls like nuns, I shoot up the club
Okay, she suck on *** like she wanna get married (She wanna get married)
But I’m not *** that ***, we like Joseph and Mary (Jospeh and Mary)
Too many racks, this *** getting scary (*** getting scary)
I don’t not rap, so please don’t compare me
To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag
I’m finna move out of my house into another pad
These niggas still sleeping on couches, what the *** is that? (What the *** is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin’ round in Gucci bucket hats