Lyrics:
funny
Joe Jackson with the hands
I'mma make sons bleed
The frustrations of life making me succumb to it
Therapy sessions, now that I'm numb to it
that Funky sound
How could I know that Joe Tex was shot down by James Brown?
Kool and the Gang and the Parliament and Jackson Five were around
Now
beaned her grandpa, nearly broke his jaw
Ms. Flaxen, our Shoeless Joe Jackson
She was the rebel in the crib, threw her mama into a-fib
The rebel in
Dbum dbum dbum soft ass got trucked by Ry
Max is so gay
Aye we fuck for free
How you get exposed playing never have I ever
Got my first kiss in
mrššš
Vsak od nas je majk ubou, napisou kar je prou
(Tnx joe!) Ne delamo več na pol
Vsak od nas bo kle ustou, tko da lay low
K toj tržiški flow
phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is
goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] S.O.S., is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Yo this how we gon' bust it
dont wanna do this on a low low
Here to hold you tight and when you so cold
Put me in your rhythm do me slow mo'
We got it going on, we got it going
(pretendin')
Ay, Big Brr
Yeah, big F&N for these fuck niggas (fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Low Joe, choppas grab your venom (grab FNs)
I'm still with them killers
sound
I'm in the darkness so low I'm under the carpet
Whomever wants me to park it you motherfuckers are heartless
They wont be stuck with hardships want
your handout because I standout
I ain't never need yo help
Your opinion didn't matter
Give a fuck about what u felt
Got me feeling like Joe Jackson
When
niggas breath stink,
Joe budden
But me I ain't worried bout no one
So I can go have me some more fun
I-I-I- I gotta get to that munyun
Fuck a bitch make
with my smoke
Turn a beef into sloppy joe
By any means you gone make a way
Bond money for my hitters they catch a case
Vido told let the top
Said that had weapons of mass destruction but the evidence
Proves, that's a god damn lie
This is looting you should be bothered by so man why
Is Tucker
Journalists paint
Your picture in a quote
From several pages
Of answers they note
So who are we in the public eye?
Selling visions portrayed
By the editing guy
Yeah
Wazzam wazzam wazzam
Trap talk to em
Mud sweat and skills
Power take ya off da radar
Me and patna fighting cases so we need lawyer
If I send you
(Egan)
It's a dead-end job and the money is low,
And the time goes by so slow.
If I stay too long it could bring me down,
So I might as well take
crowded
Release the rounds
P- pow pow
Bars for dayes
No body is safe
Shake up the game
Like Lamar Jackson
When he’s making a play
Right stick juke juke
even meant to post
Done got so used to being solo
Think you better on your own
You feel better by yourself & I get it
Cause niggas come with intentions
than Jackson
So you better ask somebody that know me
If they real they gon' tell ya what's real
If they fake they gon' soldier hate
I can freestyle about
pocket
I'm just looking for love, I know somebody got it
Champagne for the pain, weed for the low
Goddamn I'm so high, where the fuck did I go?
I'm
dancing I'm Joe Jackson with my switch
Catherine street, dipped then got evicted off Wiota street
Copped a Tesla motor, some folders now bitches notice me
Ridin’ with Manolo
Feelin’ like I'm Tony
I did it by my solo
Did it by my lonely
I’m ridin’ round with Tony
Feelin like Manolo
Never had nobody
I did it by
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