Artist/Band:
Yung Joc
Lyrics for Song: Price Tag
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Yung Joc
a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
a couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
a couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
verse 1
watch him die slow, then his eyes roll
in da back of his head now his body cold
a couple grand, a couple shots,
a couple drip drops, now ya leakin won't stop
bitch im da man, just ask block,
shots rain out, u can hear em from a couple blocks
bitch wats my name? call me yung joc,
I got a great aim, all I need is one shot
errbody talkin in my neighborhood,
I got great lawyers, 'cause my paper good,
leave ya body riddled, weazin and coughin,
hear bout it live, fox 5, and monica coffman
u fuck wit mine, I cross ya lifeline,
im a graffiti artist, paint chalk out outlines
and the worst part,is im not a coward,
visit yo wake and give ya momma dead flowers
a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
a couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
a couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
verse 2
this is not a movie, no reruns, all sales final, no refunds
once I make the payment, the hits out,
im not jeezy I aint swappin shit out
first I tell him, were I want it done,
in the backyard right in front of the sun
then I tell him, were to drop him off,
in the chattahoochie wit his dick chopped off [damn!]
yea it sounds harsh, but its well deserve,
feed his ass to the sharks or orderves
no remorse, no pity, this can happen to you in new jock city
a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
a couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
a couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
verse 3
i got a couple killas, got a great choppa,
blast through ya fool,shit ya guts leak out,
the sheriff call ya momma,
and she freak out, got a hit meant fo her, dial yo momma speed dial
oooo it aint nutn, but a call away,
come home, find yo baby sista in the hallway
9-1-1, but its too late, she lookin like a maxi-pad
bleeding through da duck tape
a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
a couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
a couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
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