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my dick like a wand
Think that I’m Harry the dirtier kind
Louie Vuitton it was all by design
Backseat getting nasty like everything ok
Blue face

sipping the potion
Them 12’s in the trunk
Cause the block commotion
Smoke potent
Joe rogan
I ain't afraid of no thing
I can describe these events
As my

think over it
Yeah
I keep the wifey next in charge like Vice Pres. Joe Biden
Got the handcuffs on the bed so she can keep me inside
Spent the evening up

Ballin harder than Lonzo
Stunt on people like Gonzo
Getting checks so big even Musk can't keep up with this cash flow
Best advice my momma gave me

asking questions
And sometimes we get tired of the streets but that's all we know yeah
Bomb shit like them other countries
Bitch wants to fuck to so I took

I ain't answer no calls so she miss me, rocking Vlone but I am not friendly
New Bentayga I want me a Bentley, fully auto it move like a semi
Hawk you

am Weezy
Uh uh uh, we turnin' up I feel like Tyson
Presidential my wrist, Joe Biden
If it's smoke you know I apply it
Swervin' down your, block flyin'

I'm driving down 209
Where you won't find
Nobody
who do it like I do it so they're playing buddy buddy
In this borough
I still excel
Pro level
Joe

cop it out the door by the mfn morning
Muscle Car slide when it's pouring
Gotta burnout from da jump cause this engine hea roaring (grrr)
Cheat on ha

imma let it go oh

Got some big dreams here to let you Know
And I worried about the critics so I Let em go
Wanna see a glimpse of my heart This is how I

Choke a ghost, my rider just like Quinn no Joe
We dumping bodies I'm the proxy from the coast
Flows so cold you need a coat
Mr. Freeze in comatose
Mr.

the Bronx the home of fat Joe
We move o's in the x nigga tic tac toe
Got some nigga's in high bridge all about the dough
But my wash ave nigga's they mac

it's a coupe, his name is Lucas
Mimosa with my old girl, frag grenade, that pussy boomin'
I took that flight and got a big bag, man, this shit is so

at the big menorah 
Where the Casio keyboard plays the hora
Lift me up in the cherry picker
Light the candles, watch 'em flicker

There're countless happy

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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
East 14th
Roddy

joe
I'm cold like snow
I be causing avalanches I'm a frozen slope
Grab em by the throat 
Gotta let em know
I'm quite high but i never 
Need dope
I'm so

self-pity 
Sorry that I have some aspirations to be big one day but it is not my fault that you chose to be someone itty bitty
If you are what you eat then

Kicking ass
And taking names is what I do
Roll solo independent by myself
Don't need a crew
Getting too old for games Schemes or weak shit
Always

trap cane
...push so much weight, i suffer from back strains
Call me by my attribute, i 'ont have names
Once, i aint had no loot, but now dat changed

up
We gone hit an island drink out coconuts (ah)
I seen you by yourself
Imagine both of us
Your friends ain't about shit
They know that we the shit
You

pants and department my t shirt
B twenty three on my shoe make my feet hurt
Like I'm big scarr drive the cat like I'm joe durk
G nineteen switch got some

on my joe with a kung fu grip
Cause they know that I roll with an old school whip
Pound the sound down and flow like ink do it
Style, So off the chain,

Roll the window down
And get to screamin like I'm Big Joe
When we come inside the town
Everybody gon know
Keep that 4 5
6 niggas blow
Family crazy
But

We all from Frisco

With more weight than Fat Joe
I act animal
And mad side slapper
Get your money once again

Busting on rhymes written
I'm trying