Lyrics:
roll up my sleeves
She's a bitch
You can't see me, Joe
Get on down while I shoot my flow
She's a bitch
When I do my thing
Got the place on fire,
roll up my sleeves
She's a bitch
You can't see me, Joe
Get on down while I shoot my flow
She's a bitch
When I do my thing
Got the place on fire,
(YO), uh, (oh God), haha
Haha (feedin you, feedin you)
Yo (feedin you, feedin you)
(Fat Joe)
Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
That means I own two
[Joe]
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me
But I know you very well
Now let me tell you that I c-c-c-c-caught you
My dear, my dear, my dear
me, y'all know I don't give a fuck
I'm cool with not bein' cool with niggas, so listen up
Bobby Shmurda came home Quavo picked him up in a jet
Good indoor Joe
Good indoor Joe
Got that good indoor Joe I got that good indoor hoe
Good indoor Joe if you want good indoor
Go hit up Joe he got that
of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster
It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe
But my man, don't get caught up in these streets alone
they'll
no Silkk the Shocker (Silkk the Shocker)
Thirty milligrams of Percocet to
Get me proper (Thirty, thirty)
He's a real gun cocker, uh, get guaper
That
to the ground, stomp your face with my Chucker
So niggaz back up, yo I'ma set it
Fuckin with me, you won't live to regret it
I don't fake moves, I
the pussy is A1, talk dumb on my phone guaranteed I'ma Hang up
I don’t give a fuck what a bitch gotta say to me
Don’t give a fuck what a bitch gotta say to me
in the game I survived every shot
Back to life like (Thriller), back to reality
Flipped the light scoop, got everybody mad at me
Uhh, don't let
the door I began to explore
Curiosity killed my cat but not me
because I learned how to kill with agility
I grew up in the South Bronx, punch you
the fuck, I might just go at home
Bitch ass lil' nigga told him
He better come with respect
Told these niggas that
These hoes don't never fuck me for no
like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop
And my man Joe's got
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Brudda's
Brudda's
I cannot bang wit you
If you Dont keep it gutta
One thing about the Grind
Is you gone be by yourself
Along the ride
They switchin up
So I
legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
smart
Play for keeps
And the art
Play yo part
(MOMMA)
Momma said whatever you do
Don't play with her heart
But
Look you learn by living
Me with these
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains
the crew
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Give me your motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get
flat, he was clean out of sight
Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup
Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up
Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop,
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you're lyin
A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk
I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if
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