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Joey Fatts - Tookie Lyrics


Joey Fatts – Tookie Lyrics

(Hook)
Took you way to San Quentin
I’m gonna die for this business
Blue laces in my tennis
This how I’m creepin’, how I’m creepin’
This how I’m creepin’, how I’m creepin’
This how I’m creepin’, how I’m creepin’
If he the opposite, course he get it
This how I’m creepin’, how I’m creepin’

(Verse)
Straps trippin’, riddin’ out my jurisdiction
This how I’m creepin’, how I’m creepin’
My pops said I won’t see heaven how l’m livin’
Well I guess I’ma burn in hell with this cripin’
And now I’m mashed up in that Civic
Me and my young Locs
A bunch of wild niggas that would kill for free
But I tip them a couple of c-notes
Yung homie, he 16 and he out here trappin’ shit
Yung nigga with a mean shot, I call that nigga still yacafitch
Blue rag gon’ get me started, and I got it on me don’t bother
I’m walking like one leg Lodger, I’m a short nigga but walkin’ like all of the above
Like he got sawed-up, like he got hit with that sawed-off
The shot blew his limbs off
Don’t try us, yo bitch wanna ride wid us and bang the hood with a yung boss

(Hook)
Took you way to San Quentin
I’m gonna die for this business
Blue laces in my tennis
This how I’m creepin’, how I’m creepin’
This how I’m creepin’, how I’m creepin’
This how I’m creepin’, how I’m creepin’
If he the opposite, course he get it
This how I’m creepin’, how I’m creepin’

[Lyrics to Tookie by Joey Fatts]

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