Lyrics:
in my hands
Mouth on that drill ish
I be on that wired insane
Ultimate trill shit
And there is not a soul that can see me
Like I'm not real trick
the
inspiration to the song, and out of that came NOTB, and outta NOTB came the album. Hahahaha. Wonder
what the wife looked like? Hahaha, Jesus. I don't know, it's
since day one
Put it in his mouth, bust back like shotgun
Lil' hoe wanna test me
Back up, lil' hoe bust back like a jet ski
Hoes better hold on, like en
just wait and see,
you got property you better watch for me
Cause I buy that land that you living on,
and sell it right back to you like monopoly
daddy's daddy rolled like a stone, denying his lead role
My daddy broke the chain
Far from perfect, close to G.O.D. though
He parented hard like Joe Jackson
like cole
Colder nights frightened by yelling and banging
Old heads get angry when they get to dranking
Time in my ends left me in my own head a lot
I
cup?"
I'm havin' a cup of joe with Ol' Saint Nick
Havin' a cup of joe with Ol' Saint Nick
He tells me
After this, I gotta run
Before the daylight comes
listen to
And I'm sorry that I did this shit all by myself
I just felt like I ain't really need nobody else
I just felt like I ain't really need
Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really want it
I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life when they see me comin'
Ain't nobody gonna stop my shine,
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there, I ain't scared
Some people see me creep
and that
But what I'm saying is that in working
With partners like Louis Vuitton and
Zanotti and Balmain and Fendi like I have
And please forgive me for
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
Cuz I had to
Dey be like joe why u flexing
I got these vvs in my chain I'm resting
Cuz I had to
Got dem hittas round the corner they'll leave yo
scooter braun
She won’t leave she need a push, i needa scoot her along
Imma legend in the flesh like luka don or lebron
Imma little joe burrow, you can
through the dirt,
No Joe like it's Christopher Walken
First thing that's on my mind when we started talking
Can you hold me down for real or else I get
Yo you know my son WLFKT in the building
My son, Yung Heat came with the heater, nah mean?
Niggas like to act like we ain't hungry like the wolf
I got it made
Yeah this is me in my state of mind killing rhymes
And you know this feel like tribe so feel the vibe
I was told off by many different
shoulder but plain white
Tee with a lower case t on my chain like, Fresh
Walkin' through the produce section
Record a whole album in just one session
Making
a regular Joe
Last album of the year gotta kill it
Making dead presidents just so I can bill it
If I treat it like the streets, bag it up imma deal it
Then
Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties see me in that foou door roddie
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty
(Joe Budden)
freedom and you call us insane
And scream "anti-Semitic" a reply on auto pilot
Silly me to hope 46 was law abiding
Genocide Joe put the blame on it
I take
You're my kind of cup of Joe
Drinking up from my head to my toes
You're like my echo dot Saying "Lexa",
What's the weather like today
You're my kind
like Hendrix playing on a hey joe solo
Luck of the Irish Yoko Ono
Take this album that’s pro Bono
I weren’t the only one? You too? You too? Mad
We’re
sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers need to know that
[Chorus]
Hey Joe
We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerilla
Discuss these by hin like me album joe Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In