Lyrics:
about business that's solid
I won't tell a soul
I got dawgs on the phone, Ngwano o timile phone
O tsere ke seven e white, O stout
Came from the bottom
to me
Won't find no way to me
They see the end of me
Don't see no end of me
They see the end of me
Don't see no end of me
They see the end of me
Don't see
feet is in deep peep my twist linguistics
Loud like Steve Ripkith but most of y'all won't miss it
To some it comes slower others much faster
My
I'm locked in like a missile
In the stu yea cooking up hits surrounded by bitches and pistols
Like mighty joe young my niggas gorrillas
For the fam we
All these so' and so's
Trynna talk
Trynna walk
Trynna fuck with me, like cat calls
All these Joe Blo's
Girls at my shows
At the end of they rope
I
your trash
Before it end up in the ocean
You should see what's in these whales
When they have to cut em open
I am so open
Smoking to Joe Rogan
And I
it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
'Cause you
It's quarter to three,
There's no-one in the place,
'Cept Joe and me.
So set 'em up Joe,
I've got a little story
I think you should know
We're
It's quarter to three,
There's no-one in the place,
'Cept Joe and me.
So set 'em up Joe,
I've got a little story
I think you should know
We're
a guardian angel
Side by side we can do it together
We'll pull through it and
We'll make our problems history
Won't you please be my guardian angel
Take
to do without tryin'
(Slaughterhouse) 'cause to it's us it's so easy
Where's Jumpoff Joe Beezy?
She my fasho chick
Still trying to get some more chicks
Might end up with no chick
If my bitch find out but
What she don't know won't hurt her
What
Look, enough of the sentimental crap
Cool if you into that
Fuck all of these subs, who they intended at?
I won't believe it's me without forensic facts
and it'll stay that way
We won't let you lead America to its funeral
Your patience running thin, well, the feeling, Joe, is mutual
Fuck Joe Biden and that
vile man shout out to j cole
But this is lyrical joe
Shovels At work Chaley it’s time to burry talks
And It all balls down to holes like golf
They
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand.
Show me,
Here I am, baby.
It always ends up this way,
Me begging you every day.
I won't be around this old town anymore
For a long long time
Gonna hit the road and start looking
For the end of that long white line
Tell 'em
cold fishin' by the lake
Take a brain off rappin', 'member what happened
Listen reminisce and cold keep your foot tappin
Darryl and Joe cause the DJ's
shit
You know I won't complain and all your messes i'll be moppin it, OH
With Joe in tow
Numan had, one more ally for what lay ahead
But with all new
It cost to be alive
I won't say I'm king of the jungle, but I survived
Watch the cookies crumble in front of me, at least I tried
You know what
like Chris Tucker
Won’t cuff her don’t need her i be the
New Joe Cool no need for heat seekers
Who want dude? No pleas just please be gone
While I speak
moved on, she see that I'm still thuggin'
Smokin' joe's calm my nerves down
I hope I don't hear my alarm
You niggas won't leave out my home
Protect my
how we roll
Just Jack, Dan, Niz and Ivo
Me and Ceej and Mod Joe
7 strong
Another 7 on the end
Heavens gone
You know we're aiming for the stars until
with movement
I'm a triple G, ain't losing
Punch man, make sure it's filmed by Kugan
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