Lyrics:
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
a few stacks but get your real estate game up
You ain't real enough, any shot you had I just blew it
Now your shit is my shit, your food, I chew it
These
Time is money and my niggas pay the fine
Know you wanna fuck
With a real bitch
Come fuck with a real bitch
Let me put you on to some real shit
Come
at
Passing the buck!
Has no Covid plan!
Controlled by the woke.
The American dream’s
Going up in smoke!
Joe defunds police!
Shuts pipelines down.
Bounce
Heads up its out no doubt my boy beat you down Gimme the seed indeed the greed hell
Get em up and put em down that jersey joe is back in town
Stop sleepin',ya'll,if you know what time it is
Because someone is talkin' yours as well as gettin' his
You can front and ignore,but one thing's for
brother
Could he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?
I believe no, so I don't go, with the flow
Even though I'm bout to roll with
as shit
Bitch is like a afro, so I gotta pick
Gotta say two things, shed and whiz dick
You a fat bitch, you a fat bitch, you a fat bitch
You a fat bitch,
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
isn't mastered
CD is in plastic, these niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is fake Joe
and the horse you rode in on
Yeah so cool shorts and my kobe's is on
Lookin slicker than the lane that you bowling on
If they didn't tell you I'm the shit
Then
said I got dos
I took her to the mall, cause I got gift cards
She give me sloppy like I'm Joe yeah, cause I got hard
Chasing a check like Mr. Krabs
She
more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
stick make u lean bitch
Yeah like fat Joe
Im humble if she pretty ill prolly hit a fat hoe
Its funny when these nigga tryna n play me n backdoe
Ill dig
real
Shit is real
Pop a pill
I can't chill
Really in that field
On folk nem really really kill
Really will kill
For real
pop a pill cant chill
Yeah I'm
niggas)
Big Felton, Chick, Petey, and Sarge (real niggas)
Yambo, Bar, Spank, and Will (real niggas)
some is here, some died in the field (real niggas)
that, no lean back
Fat joe if he had a recliner
Prada & panda I'm rocking desiigner
Her pussy is on me
I'm rocking vagina
I'm from VA but i'll move thru
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
Ball
Yea
Had it all
But now im staring at
The wall
Aye look this shit got me
Aye look hold up
Hold up
We couldve had it all
Bengals game Joe Burrows
MR. SATELLITE TAKE FLIGHT!
Hold up!
Where you going?
Dressed like that
Imma need you to do a spin around for me real quick
GAAAAWWWWWWWDDDD
Baby
flavor
I'm keepin it real
I got to hit you with the fat beats that keeps
The heads shakin as we smash these
Flakes makin cash, we crash these
electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I
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