[Lyric] Lockjaw (Fine$$e Tha Phantom & Joey Zen)

[Intro: Joey Zen]
Omid did it!
It take 47 eyez to see
I see through em all

[Hook]
I can see the proof of my products in the pudding
Perfect placements of effort all I put in
Ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe-in
She keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing

[Verse 1: Joey Zen]
Yeah she only sucking, came here for the fucking
Giving stupid brain well at least she knows one thing
She know how to suck it, she do it with the suction
If she at the party then I pull up to the function
Lay the pipe then get my head out the gutter
Only say it one time I ain’t gon stutter
If I said it twice then it mean that I trust ya
If I gotta do it imma do it like no other
Lightning in a bottle, ok see I brought the thunder
Made it rain on a stripper now she dancing in a puddle
Throw it all on her chest just to watch the racks double
Money showers in the bath while I’m blowing all the bubbles yeah
[Chorus: Joey Zen]
I can see the proof of my products in the pudding
Perfect placements of effort all I ever put in
Ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe in
She keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing
I can see the proof of my products in the pudding
Perfect placements of effort all I ever put in
Ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe in
She keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing

[Verse 2: FiNE$$E THA PHANTOM]
She got lockjaw
Now I'm about to beat it up like the southpaw
I really love her, she an angel but without flaws
She got a demon who live life like an outlaw
Outlaw living, champagne sipping
Manifestations comin to fruition
Multiply bitches, not good with addition
And if my girl listening then baby I'm kidding
We gon make the bed rock like we Wilma and Fred
I'm gon give her backshots like I left her for dead
I like to freestyle so I'm used to using my head
Girl the nights over, why the fuck you still in my bed?
You can spend the night, but you can't be my wife
I got a hunnid options, Imma live my life
My presence is a present, baby I'm a fuckin prize
And when I'm stroking it yeah jus look me in the eyes
Cut the top off the whip I divorced it
Can’t fuck with a native, my bitch imported
Cook up the soul yeah I feel jus like Gordon
Making bitches kneel more than the lord did
And I'm counting up the checks of my endorsements
All these rapper sound the same it’s getting boring
Speak on what’s important, don't be self absorbent
That’s why I only fuck with the Horsemen
Can’t forget Forty-Seven, that’s some blood tied shit
And we growing everyday, nah we won't die quick
We’re all talented as fuck, that, you gotta admit
Laughing at the ones who said I'll fail, when I'm rich
Bitch
[Chorus: Joey Zen]
I can see the proof of my products in the pudding
Perfect placements of effort all I ever put in
Ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe-in
She keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing
I can see the proof of my products in the pudding
Perfect placements of effort all I ever put in
Ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe-in
She keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing

[Verse 3: J.R.C.]
Know my time is here ain’t see me clear before
Clearing checks ain’t cutting costs
That double deck home cost a lot
But listen close to all my notes
Sopranos seem a lil low from up here this ain’t alto though my album old already
But I’m chopping up just like a machete
Bet Imma call or raise the pot
If pockets steady enough
Ain’t fuck with cheddi that ain’t popping it quick
Pussy popping his lip
Sitting on a pile of burning art like Nazis and shit
But we ain’t earning disproportionate dollars
The way we flying it’s unlimited mileage
Another cottage in Bali
Shout out my mama that’s Mali
I bought her Prada, her prodigy up now
Don’t give a fuck I’m a nominee
Whole jaw wired up through the wire ain’t luck
I’m on my ye shit locked down in the stu cooking up
It’s Crack music now I got em all shooting up
Got em all shooting up