Lyrics:
Runnin' from truth that hurts
How did he get here first
No other matter worse
Than the fact distracting
Always seem to work
Republic of which it stands
only sexting
Whoop her ass a little bit
She might just learn her lesson
But chill the fuck out
We gotta finish up this session
What I did
How you mad I
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
Yeah uh
You know what this is
The fat gangsta!
(Chorus)
Maybe its the TS chain (I got em right)
Maybe its that Escalade (Come get em right)
ashamed by devs lack of inclusivity,
So he suggested we raise awareness of accessibility,
Joe's idea it was really quite simple,
On this day, the idea it
Like Delores from A.T.L, "The Freak of the Week"
She did me, Slim, Joe, and Tiki
I don't care, bitch just ride
Shake yo' pussy, and shake yo' thigh
Get
laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I
but, nigga
Did you know we about to lose it, my nigga?
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga
See the police coming (what)
Fireman coming
you just board an ocean liner?
Fancy meeting you here!
Didn't we agree that our affair was too frantic,
And we'd both feel good divided by the wide
on Joe-Joe
Where niggas carry sticks like pogos
And sip slow-mo
You bird niggas get no Dodo
And we know so
The way I'm balling lately niggas surprised I ain't
was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa
Moved on it closer get the toaster
Started
Ohh! Stat Quo! Here we go!
C'mon, c'mon! You ready? (Ha)
Let's do it, man (Uh, uh, uh, uh-uhh)
Shady, Aftermath
(Sound, without focus, is just
When will my baby pick up the phone
Girl I want some pizza from Little Joe's
She want a burrito I go to Moe's
N then imma stop by the liquor store
if
you put your boot to that... down to the floor, we can get down to the pub." So we did, we got to the
Devonshire Arms, just on the (unintelligible)
and it's gangster
Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with Ghost Weed
(Give me that back) nah, just, step back off
(Let me get some) I got
Ladies, it's your song, so as soon as this come on
You should get out on the floor
Go on and get your sexy on (this here the biggest song inna di
It's fuckin' Joe Trill and HilfigEric
We'll take a n**** bitch and we ain't into sharing
My ears are aquatic
My wrist is aquatic
Bad bitch with
At 2 o' clock in Hollywood
Which means I gotta leave here by 1
I should call an Uber at 12: 50
And then after that I gotta meet Bear at
Joe's Falafel
it)
(What's going on?)
(He's hurting mommy)
(How's he hurting her?)
(He's hurting mommy)
'Cause by the time that they get here bitch you're gonna be
The flow a bliss you get it (You get it)
This here a perplexing vision (Vision)
Touchdown we play
We finish (We finish)
No discretion
We living this freely
love to eat, plus bust the heat
We touch the streets with the same principles
Every day, gotta get this cash, know it makes sense to you
Joe Crack,
Old MacDonald had a farm, let's go smoke some weed
cnd on this farm he did some blow, now he's hella high
Got a fat hoe here and a fat hoe there
Here
Thurman?
(Up in here)
How many hoes y'all bringin' over here?
(About five for each)
Where y'all at, the freeway?
(We on the freeway, nigga)
Damn, took
get plenty (we get Benjis)
Thots, we get plenty
Niggas can't come near we (nah they can't)
'Cause niggas out here snakes (snakes)
Niggas act like
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