CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Joker
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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
They callin' me Joker
They know that the way that I'm movin', so shiesty
And I'm clutchin' my poker
For the f**k n***as sayin' that they don't like me (Hahaha)
If a n***a really want it
He gon' pull up on it, we ain't doin' no fightin'
I'ma strike a n***a with this forty(Taylor ´bout the F**kin' Flex)
You would think I hit him with some f**kin' lightnin'
Rackin' a pack in this b*t*h
And you know that I'm thuggin' and sh*t
Choppa a nut, 'cause everytime he see the opps
You know he be bustin' his sh*t
Whole lot of killers, they ride on my squad
If a n***a want smoke, we gon' give him pressure
N***a, know better, we don't tote Barettas
Got a Glock 23, I might stretch him
B*t*h, I keep my heat, I'm a cold stepper
None of y'all n***as really puttin' in work
I put a pu**y n***a right on a shirt
If a n***a really want smoke, he in dirt
If a n***a run up, he gon' get murked
Whole lot of Drac's when a young n***a slidin'
If a n***a really want smoke, he dyin'
If a n***a pull up on me, slang iron
Whole lot of shots, they gon' get to f**kin' flyin'
Everywhere I go, b*t*h, you know I'm teasin'
B*t*h, open up your mouth and get on your knees
If you can't suck d**k, b*t*h, you gotta leave
She said she can do it if she get some weed
On some real sh*t, a n***a really hate hoe drama
Want beef? I'll slap mommas
Yo' son, he a snitch, you a rat owner
Bullets hit a n***a 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 f**k with these rappers
Don't f**k with these cappers
I might just put 'em on delete
Drop your location to any location
B*t*h, you know that we can meet
You gon' think that pu**y got a clothing line
'Cause I'ma put his a** on a tee, yeah(yeah)
Rackin' a pack in this b*t*h
And you know that I'm thuggin' and sh*t
Choppa a nut, 'cause everytime he see the opps
You know he be bustin' his sh*t
Whole lot of killers, they ride on my squad
If a n***a want smoke, we gon' give him pressure
N***a, know better, we don't tote Barettas
Got a Glock 23, I might stretch him
B*t*h, I keep my heat, I'm a cold stepper
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
They callin' me Joker
They know that the way that I'm movin', so shiesty
And I'm clutchin' my poker
For the f**k n***as sayin' that they don't like me (Hahaha)
If a n***a really want it
He gon' pull up on it, we ain't doin' no fightin'
I'ma strike a n***a with this forty(Taylor ´bout the F**kin' Flex)
You would think I hit him with some f**kin' lightnin'
Rackin' a pack in this b*t*h
And you know that I'm thuggin' and sh*t
Choppa a nut, 'cause everytime he see the opps
You know he be bustin' his sh*t
Whole lot of killers, they ride on my squad
If a n***a want smoke, we gon' give him pressure
N***a, know better, we don't tote Barettas
Got a Glock 23, I might stretch him
B*t*h, I keep my heat, I'm a cold stepper
None of y'all n***as really puttin' in work
I put a pu**y n***a right on a shirt
If a n***a really want smoke, he in dirt
If a n***a run up, he gon' get murked
Whole lot of Drac's when a young n***a slidin'
If a n***a really want smoke, he dyin'
If a n***a pull up on me, slang iron
Whole lot of shots, they gon' get to f**kin' flyin'
Everywhere I go, b*t*h, you know I'm teasin'
B*t*h, open up your mouth and get on your knees
If you can't suck d**k, b*t*h, you gotta leave
She said she can do it if she get some weed
On some real sh*t, a n***a really hate hoe drama
Want beef? I'll slap mommas
Yo' son, he a snitch, you a rat owner
Bullets hit a n***a 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 f**k with these rappers
Don't f**k with these cappers
I might just put 'em on delete
Drop your location to any location
B*t*h, you know that we can meet
You gon' think that pu**y got a clothing line
'Cause I'ma put his a** on a tee, yeah(yeah)
Rackin' a pack in this b*t*h
And you know that I'm thuggin' and sh*t
Choppa a nut, 'cause everytime he see the opps
You know he be bustin' his sh*t
Whole lot of killers, they ride on my squad
If a n***a want smoke, we gon' give him pressure
N***a, know better, we don't tote Barettas
Got a Glock 23, I might stretch him
B*t*h, I keep my heat, I'm a cold stepper
