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The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
To start up a fight
There is an evil feeling
In our brains
But it is nothing new
You know it drives us insane
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Crooked smile, under pressure, glad to be
Inspired by many, any comparison is flattering
Your attempt to shame, hilarious
Here's to hoping my response is
deep!
The girl is deep!
Iiiiiit's got to be deep!
Deep!
(i saw you only Friday, joe, and just let me say, )
The boy is deep!
(...tried to take me
get them fantasies
Just by passing me in the street uh
Y'all Never catch me- prospect athletes
In my bag g, you know that jansport
Came in the game
and Ike’s
That shit hit like Mike Tyson’s right
My shit smack Joe Jackson Five
Prescriptions like its Mike and Ike’s
I can’t do no 9 to 5
Fuck a dike I might
change my mind
My will is two-faced
Like the coin that I'm throwing
Over the dune and far behind
Hey joe, hey joe
A shuffling dromedary line
Are you goin'
A, A, AAI
The boss comes into my office
He says I'm sorry Joe
Your job's been automated
That's just the way things go
The factory's been updated
Yeah, bitch, woah (jebi se)
Yoeshmo (jebi se, jebi se)
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew (beep)
Motherfucker, fuck you talking bout (ski)
I'm Croatian by
I would rather eat dirt (eat dirt)
Yogurt, yogurt, Trader Joe's makes the best flavors (flavors)
Yogurt, yogurt, I rap so good I don't need to curse
Fat Joe
They try to box me in I go everywhere that I can't go
This shit factual
This shit natural
This is spectacular I feel it coming like I'm with my
What I said baby joe
Now you know you did me wrong you ain't even like that
You can hit me on my phone I ain't even write back yeah
You can run up
There's no other way to chill when I'm with you
Sitting on the patio enjoying the view
As we listen to Boney James the weather is cool
But that's why
to relax
Music's due for a relapse
Too many rappers with caps
Gotta get back to the root
Mind is the gun imma shoot
Influenced by God and the Trap
Used
The year was 2020, I was livin' back in Brooklyn
By day I was a Trader Joe, by night I started cookin'
And I fucked around and made a song about
unrecognized
Nobody stopped me I was never surprised
By anybody's actions or by an ex-lover's eyes
And this felt good
And this felt so right
you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl
make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes
of course is the ladies love joe
And Jack-
The White House is under attack
Eight years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
And Teddy, too
Or Peter
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
the largest pinga
when u got the heart of cringa
you fallin off somebody holla timber
Fat joe is pussy
macho is pussy
raul is pussy
terror squad is pussy
tony
average Joe
Maniac approach, my product is dope
You're listening to the pro with the accurate flow
Yo, I got one foot in the game, one foot
you can't fool me
We both know who you are
Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day,
That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake
With your
can't fool me
We both know who you are
Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day,
That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake
With your high school
the game is
I know it just been attacked by Hurricane Chris
Some niggas can't fathom what money and fame is
Well some niggas get it by using their
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