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state, you're pretty creepy yourself, mate
Wrecked you in the debates, now I'll increase your tax rates
Trump calls you Sleepy Joe, but I'm the sleepy one
fella style mobsta's
Lobsta and vodka
Surrounded by doll face shorty's
Who blow ganga
We got mad bitches
Plus our dough flowin in stacks
Leave you with
I'm gonna love you
'Till we're drinking coffee
And doin' crosswords
No matter what happens
I'll always be there
By your side
No problems too big
So
dollars and twenty five cents by the way
How the fuck they rehabilitate you ain't do a thing?
But I get it, follow shit that was written by slave owners
tweets, now a brand new great depression
The golden years replaced, by the man with a mental regression
and a funny girl that'll take the lead at any second
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
Yeah, yeah, huahh hahh
Murda, murda, murda, kill kill kill
That's right killer, killer
Murda murda murda, kill kill kill
Flex, flex, flex, flex
I'm
a picture like they say
I'm not an average Joe, a killa should be locked behind a gate
Safe to say no bars can hold me back, just tell me time and place
Im
I'm from San Diego where the weed pops
Where every other house is the weed spot (Yea)
Got this shit on lock cuz every city tryin' be us
Cuz we got
I think I'm late to the party
Your girl think she late, it ain't covered by part D
"And the child shall be"
I'm searching for why I'm hurting in this
you're leaving out leaving then we're Even
I'm more than your average joe I'm a savage
Keep your mouth closed or I could open your open casket
Quotes from
Thought I told you already I'm nice with the flows
Super rare couldn't find me at the Trader Joe's
Lately what I'm getting back is my inner piece
Old pairs
G.I. Joe, we serving guap this shit not Moes
Okay but I'm him
Ready to risk, spinning blocks like disc
Outdone by a Jit
I know that makes you sick
I
Yeah
Awe
Y'all been waiting
Joe is Back on the attack
Looking to murder another track
I'm in my bag
When I go to the rim hit you with
A jelly
kisses from the misses
Smoochy smoochy
---
I think them hoes was on E
That night
What a night
Yo brother,
I'm suggesting
We should try for another
Type
I live by a law and not by a flaw
That I never could ever think of comparing myself to y'all
Staring across the hall when they sharing the other
outdone by the alpha
Proud but now about to meet my downfall
If I don't allow in the power of powers
Know that I'm bout to speak a little bit louder
No
I want to get to know you entirely by feel
I'm gonna take my time, my passion unconcealed
Oh, let me learn about you entirely by feel
I want you
on the Mississippi Mud".
What a dance do they do!
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hand.
Just as happy
on the Mississippi Mud".
What a dance do they do!
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hand.
Just as happy
nigga need to get on my back
Nigga I'll run to the motherfuckin' end
Call me Joe Biscuit, I'mma win
Ain't gettin' paper, Trick come again
Bitch I'm inside
troubles down
Here I am, baby
Come and take me
Here I am, baby
Come and take me
Take me by the hand
Squeeze me
Here I am, baby
When I'm down
I
a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
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