Lyrics:
the clit and put the pussy to rest
I might not flow like Fat Joe but I'm cool
Fucking third of the trio, a pussy eating fool
Dripping out my mouth baby
ur strokin away from
Agitating a sad sensation, Failure is what it feels like
Dying from hope, ok san
What u doin Going out with expectations
Then end
Understand my moves
Cause they be
Too perplexed
Yes
Yes yes
But I break it down though
See I really dive in
Go another round though
Don’t be confused
By my
throwing a fit
She be going and going and going and going
I don't wan' hit, now, she texting my shit
She annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying
Play with yo'
he
We run this town, No he isn't Diddy
I feel like tiltlin' the glass
She take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson
Call her Mississippi that was
she wouldn't give it away
See
Honey was offended by the pick up line
Honey was offended by the pick up line
When Joe the superhoe said, "Baby
poot
Is the secret to the loot loot
I'm going to get mines by any means
Like a Huskey, I'm a cold breed
Pillsbury I'm a doughboy
Boys in the hood, you're
going na na na na na
Just when you think it stop na na na na na
Everything I speak is hot
But don't be mad at least everything you speak is
I can’t think
gonna wanna have all her organs snatched out with and
Who her funeral consultant is (What do you want? Quick!)
And it's really tough to stomach man, it's
of fathom
Me going platinum
Rich like I'm Jackson
I'm bout to black out
And spazz on these kids
They running their mouth
And running their lips
They
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
and a Glass of OJ, just pour it out
Not from concentrate, like an orchard now
Then I get that wake-up going now
In my coffee maker, I’ma go downtown
To my
out front, niggas pulled up in Subie
Move my chain out the way, nigga, this shirt is Gucci
You can think this a game, I ain't YFN Lucci
Glock took him
She ride the dick like a rodeo
Top off like Smokey Joe
I lay the wood call me Home Depot
She going deep like a diver
When she give throat
I kill
the safe
B Beefing w niggas ain’t safe damn
They’ll put it right to yo face oh
Ended ya life got you caught by
Surprise
Didn’t make it to see 38 no
Zuuop she
wouldn't do shit
Now in jail
Cause he blew it
Won't prevail
Never knew it
Going prison
But he's joining
Joining soon is
Going prison
It is too soon
What is
by your lonely 9 outta 10 these negus phone
Fuck the drama don't get caught up in the mix
Keep it solid mind my own stay out my business
I been doing
to show how miserable life is
You know my moms and pops Joe they brought me up righteous
But temptations why my life's like this
Smile and reminiscing
a drug is a drug
Take that till I feel numb
Came back with a steel lung
Thought it wouldn't hurt this much by now
Still does, no such thing as real ones
niggas on benches
Ya Viewing through fences
My money grow by the inches (Adi!)
Scoring on em' like Luka
My smoke potent hookah
Vvs on bazooka (Bazooka)
She
I've been occupied, sike, I'm lying
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of mind
Just kidding, could tell I like you
She just moved to Queens
picks...you name it...
JOE'S GARAGE is a stupid story about how the government is going to try to do away
with music (a prime cause of unwanted mass behavior!
Looka here youngsta
I see out there tearing shit up
You know at the very end at all it's going to be a sad song
W.A.S.T.E W.A.S.T.E W.A.S.T.E
Im
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