Joker lyrics

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[Intro: Jimmy Durante]
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

[Verse 1]
They callin' me Joker
They know that the way that I'm movin', so shiesty
And I'm clutchin' my poker
For the f*ck n*ggas sayin' that they don't like me (Hahaha)
If a n*gga really want it
He gon' pull up on it, we ain't doin' no fightin'
I'ma strike a n*gga with this forty (Taylor ´bout the f*ckin' Flex)
You would think I hit him with some f*ckin' lightnin'

[Chorus]
Rackin' a pack in this b*tch
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*gga want smoke, we gon' give him pressure
n*gga, know better, we don't tote Barettas
Got a Glock 23, I might stretch him
b*tch, I keep my heat, I'm a cold stepper
[Verse 2]
None of y'all n*ggas really puttin' in work
I put a pus*y n*gga right on a shirt
If a n*gga really want smoke, he in dirt
If a n*gga run up, he gon' get murked
Whole lot of Drac's when a young n*gga slidin'
If a n*gga really want smoke, he dyin'
If a n*gga pull up on me, slang iron
Whole lot of shots, they gon' get to f*ckin' flyin'
Everywhere I go, b*tch, you know I'm teasin'
b*tch, open up your mouth and get on your knees
If you can't suck di*k, b*tch, you gotta leave
She said she can do it if she get some weed
On some real sh*t, a n*gga really hate hoe drama
Want beef? I'll slap mommas
Yo' son, he a snitch, you a rat owner
Bullets hit a n*gga 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*ck with these rappers
Don't f*ck with these cappers
I might just put 'em on delete
Drop your location to any location
b*tch, you know that we can meet
You gon' think that pus*y got a clothing line
'Cause I'ma put his ass on a tee, yeah(yeah)
[Chorus]
Rackin' a pack in this b*tch
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*gga want smoke, we gon' give him pressure
n*gga, know better, we don't tote Barettas
Got a Glock 23, I might stretch him
b*tch, I keep my heat, I'm a cold stepper