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this album and find zero fucking flaws
And I kinda feel like Malcolm the way I picked you off
I think we gonna get this three-peat hit the last two with
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
how we roll out here in PVD tho
Sipping 'gnac sitting back bumping IGOR
Straight out the 4, from Slitty and Joe
Rocking Dior while listening to P Smoke
the one that fold
Walk like fee fi fo
Ride with my brother like GI Joe yeah
They wanna see what we pour, Bad bitch open her legs like doors
Liking the V I
to slide to the Teli with me
You know they call me Joe to the mother fucking P
Sliding with my fucking brothers Sm mother fucking G
Riding in my city with
[Hook: Xskimo Joe]
One of the best that ever did it
Mo money need extra digits
Never the less then let’s go get it
Big splurging heavy spendin
Hustle
Joe
No longer bout dreams, I'm just looking at my highs and lows
Glimmer in my eyes, tongue in cheek when I speak up
Always had some goals I couldn't
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
name is DJ Run
Shoots a gift like a gun
Slays suckers one by one
Rather chill than kill
Cause the killing's no fun
So together forever
Crew be
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
that hit the charts
Album poppin so we hit the news
Finally found a girl that could pierce my heart
I'm not goin mad its the juice
Man its a free for
Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
I'm ready
New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
nigga Joe you used
To fool with, what happened to him?
[Ann:] Man, Joe was trippin, man,
you know he owed some nigga some money, and you know,
if you
daddy go hit a lick
Ya both walking round dead broke, then both of y'all ain't doing shit!
Need a real bitch that's loyalty to me, cute face with a fat
Tell me, what you tryna do when you come down on me
A hundred bars a couple minutes then you hit the alpha league
Whoever spits the best is doing
petit Québec
Si t’essaies de flex pogne une deuxième hypothèque
Ti-Joe connaissant j’peux battle ton Google Home
Paye mon home studio avec tes student
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