Lyrics:
that
But think how we think about it
I sit on the stand
Creepy Uncle Joe
And I get hot, I got a lot of, I got hairy legs that turn
Creepy Uncle Joe
that I am no human but a God of some
Sort i know that everything
Will fall right into my laps
One day i'm just writing
This book because I feel like I
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
And he shooting like Joe Harris
Shawty caught me out in public with her friend now she embarrassed
I just sipped that drank now I'm zoning out, now I'm
Like fifteen in you, and one in your infant
Joe's the business, ask about me
In the middle of the desert and they still can't drought me
You know Coka
Maybe its the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Is gon'
know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
It's
air back, I'm rap's heimlich
Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
You nasty
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it
[Joe Budden]
It's like we
Blue John's Blues
Get back now Joe
My sweetest girl that I ever had
She's drive any poor man bad
Blue John's Blues
Well my Ma and my Papa said,
figured out but didn't have a clue
If mamaw only knew about our can of chew
She'd probably turn both of our eyes black and blue
I've got the Joe's Creek
no 9 pistols
He actin' hard 'cause he got that gun
He like Brian Nichols
Might hit LA broke as fuck
Leave with nine giffy's
My nigga Tron iced up,
shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
those days
Because of guys like GI joe
Our country's free today
She was Woman's Army corp
Raised in Carolina dirt
Escorting wounded young men home
From
know, what you know
What you, what you, what you know about that
Pop that pussy like it is a rubber band
She know that I like it on hand stands
They
I'm just tryna get rich yeah, tryna get this money yeah
Want my life so sweet hey, sweet like honey "yeah"
I'm just tryna get rich yeah, tryna get
extension cars
And we slanged by to see were my house was
Started stealing out of my mama's perce
Now that she's gone
She lives thrue my songs
And it
she's there if I'm in need
While I'm at shows getting tempted by girls that are on their knees
You know I'm only a teen, it's like my eyes started
And if you judge him by his cover
Cause you blinded
By Your covers
Then I guess he's just and average joe
That you'll never never know
Mix check
One two
hold up
Yeah, I like the way that she
Shake her bum
Yeah, she kinda went down
Yeah, I'm sure that I was lookin' real Dumb
And I kinda went numb
In my
the same man that I was when I met her
She don't like Joe Budden, leave that for the public
She want the same guy that she fell in love wit
If she could
get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
Honey got me runnin like I'm Flo Joe
Signs her name on my
that you cap about
One of my shorty she tell me yo where a bout
She scared to tell me cause she know I’ll air it out
Couple of innocent bodies they
And I was just island hopin' somewhere in Tahiti
I think it's called Fiji or somethin' like that
Get your shit pushed, muh'fucker, fuckin' with Crack
(It's a laser)
(I don't even know what to do in this bitch)
(Fr)
(Aye pipe up HoodRixh, Pipe Up)
She about to sink yell mayday (Woah)
Spin yo block
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