Lyrics:
calls me Mayfair// And I’m in my bag kinda like a Telfar, bitches cannot check me even if I was welfare// Didn’t wanna go there but fuck it I do not care
(We got London on da Track)
I wanna know if you can keep up
I wanna drink out of the same cup with you
You know me, never had a bad vibe
No bad
I'm chiefing like Joe Montana
Blowing like Tony Montana
Selling that Hannah Montana
Bitch freaky like Montana
I'm chiefing like Joe Montana
Blowing
you know you love it, huh
Ho's tell me I'm a pro
But I knoe doe
Bro's wanna hear a flow
Cause they knoe doe
Oh, kid talkin' shit on the low-low?
Tell
even know a thing
Starting when it's summer I'm a trapper by the spring
Who I'm finna bee I wanna know I need a sting (bee)
She telling all her friends,
that I'm different from the rest like Yuh!
You know I got the drip how I dress like Yuh!
Like Yuh! Ay!
Listen how I flow, ain't no Joe schmo Yuh!
Flow
I don't really knoooow how to be
Except I know they doubting me
I just wanna gooooo
Check out time
I think I checked all my boxes
My head is hurting
They mack all type - that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze)
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)
against any one of these niggas
If I'm on the track then you know it get figures
I'm in first place this ain't no competition
Rap just a hobby my mind got
fly away and life is easy go
Does he love me good, that's all I need to know
Because happiness is just a thing called Joe
Sometime the cabin's
lil' boys
I was bustin' 7'6'2's
when you was playin' with toys
[Transformers sample, followed by insane laughter]
G.I Joe, motherfucka you like
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Saying that I chose this cutie pie
With whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then
Let me tell y'all something that you might not know
All you rappers dropping tracks, will not ever blow
Claiming Jersey is your home but it really
Digest it, niggas is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, ya'll must got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless & Joell
With Joe spell, NO
fly away and life is easy go
Does he love me good, that's all I need to know
Because happiness is just a thing called Joe
Sometime the cabin's
know we the ones who finna risk it all
Could never be a champion all by yourself
Fucking with some shit that used to lead me wrong
Wonder why I didn’t
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow
And Mama said it was shame about Billie Joe
done want your man served up
That'll get the fans worked up
Homie really wanna play, stir it up
I'mma catch me a wave, surfs up
Gliding on the track like
TV's
Wanna be like me? I run from vice
Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice
Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice
I know it ain't
on Keesha and Shante'
Rolling it like this track was raggae
I roll through the hottest club!
With about a hundred thugs!
Get about a thousand bucks
For
calls me a faggot
I wanna kill myself
Cause its too hard to keep track of time
I just wanna let you know
I put alot of emotion into this little track
to come with that gas flow
But no, I'mma just spit it, I'mma get it good
Wish you would tell me what I should do
I don't know, hit the door
Uh, yeah,
giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are liver than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's
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