Lyrics:
fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya
Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor
Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o
Rather have a limo
an average joe but not the cat to play with
Its all survival til you find the path you taking
Staying real is mandatory if you plan to make it
I done seen
and
Once you splurged on mike js jones's nigga's couldn't keep
Up with i laid back on my fat joe shit that's what I call
More joe shit if I was to drop
your little Joe to the rodeo
Since you have lost ratio
Cause it could've been a touch-and-go
Just like with Sleepy Joe you goofy ahh bitch
If I Could
on God
Give me time, I'm trying to find
Peace of mind, it's hard to find
Get the bag, it's all mine
I'm a monster, by design
I don't kick it with
bout' nigga scram
Nigga hollin' on the ground Might catch her up and then I face him
Two grinds and wrote this album Baby Joe, make him eat his maker
decided by fat thumbs
I hope I don't lose
They'll play that same sad song they've used for 13 years
And I'm manic, panicked
I need to get through
The faces
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
SpaceCoupe with the Joe you already know
New Frank Lucas way I'm moving that dope
Got the police bugging lil bitch you gotta go
I don't got
Ahhh that's a fine cup of joe.
A damn fine cup of joe by golly
Welcome welcome, gather round, gather round my plump little dumplings
And you tweekers
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
mix tape I don't wanna feature
Couldn't give a shit about your album either
I don't wanna hear you come out the speaker, no
You ain't been to a show
ain't never seen me probably heard me few niggas probably seen me lot of Niggas on the street know me know I'm saying FAT K nigga I ain't playing no
niggas straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse
Can you see that?
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark night, dark skies
side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another
side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another
'bout my payment
Flow so hard like it was born from the pavement
And she give me toppy sloppy like Joe
Mop that pussy, water wet like the floor
Like
by rappers for their
Accolades rather than carrying blades
People I knew took the opposite lane
We are the same just varying ways
First EP had no rap
stories
Just like your picture which appears online
Obviously, Santa Claus exists
Your picture that's in your telephone
Or in some family album
Obviously,
me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian
album
Which blares a theme to this depraved act of lunacy
The point of the game was to find a sadly obese whore of a woman to fuck
During the sloppy fat
Okay, I think by now we've established
Everything is inherently worthless
And there's nothing in the Universe.
With any kind of objective purpose
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
Damn you fat like winnie the pooh (indubitably)
You a toilet like poo poo
Damn you smell like doo doo (pee-ew!)
And I'm with my man Lou Reed, we chilling
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