Lyrics:
done had those
Yeah, I'm an asshole, and I swear it's by nature, I feel like Fat Joe
The way I'm leanin' from this cup and I can't pass on
She got
the caliber, the magazine is seventeen
I got this from Medellín, eighteen times thirty-three
I hope he ain't sellin' dreams, might go back to mailin' keys
I
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
I got P’s
Stephen Curry shoot you 3
I can’t do no show for free
Want this drip but it ain’t cheap
Want a feature pay a fee
I can’t do this shit for
shit is slum
First batter up well here's the pitch - it's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served
The one who arouse, as I browse for
want it come on, nigga just say what you want
(Verse 3) Tech N9ne:
Beef is when a nigga run around town talkin about you owe him a hundred g's
Beef
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
so you better get a door mat
Uh down in the joe it get sloppy
Most talk but a few gonna up it no Mach three
Last straw poppin his top like a hi-c
10 P
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
the looks to the field yo
We can party with P.T.s on T.P. with a tub of hennesse
Three hoes screamin 'cause they straight out da hood
Chi-town pimps that all
and gamblin
Everything is all good until police start manhandlin
Picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole
Indicted on some chump charges
Dick swingin like shit went well
Call it the mighty Joe Young
Double-swirl slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls
It looked real
Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass
But without the cash, hit
other bitches ain't shit
(Verse 3)
Living this life
Wouldn't feel the same
If you weren't by my side
Tried that love thing before
But all they speak is
it's funny that you broke
And that bitch you loving is hoe
Told her make it sloppier than joe
Tsunami I can't pick a flow
Off the perc gotta em thinking
go by for yo' mans, he know he hit
Real lean, you a fool you thinkin' I drink hit (drank)
Pull up on yo' bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
(216)
(Prod. WillThaHood)
Yeah its day one, let's meet the feds
We got Richie, Don, and the fat-ass Den
Guardin' the bathrooms, man, that shit
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your
feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this
of these politicians
Fuck Donald Trump and Joe Biden
They selling hope I'm not buying
You want real change stop trying
Me
Cause ima tell the people exactly
Lose your spines tryin' to touch us jukes
Get to the mall in a circle, guns out playin' "duck-duck-goose"
This shit is kinda aiight till I fuck in
droolin
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard that shit
Come in
shit was in 2012
Member that shit like it's yesterday
Used to have cd with that one song by that one nigga think it's flavor fav
Fuck
I don't even no
with real clips
Then they bussin' down the door then you in some real shit
Get your game up, you need to change your level of play
From easy
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