Lyrics:
At Bernie's with Crooked this evenin'
I'm up in y'all spot with Jersey Joe Walcott
And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason
(What up, what up, what
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko
It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show
Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Tony Starks special
racks, hop in a Benz
Talk about ten, she a ten out of ten
I'm so fly, hop in a jet
I can't hide with this ice on my neck
All these hoes keep looking at my
for you, Joe Goldberg This forever, never over
Three plus three, baby, it's been six Opposite of my song, you who I miss Went to Balenci , threw me
estate with that lake
Shootin from half court got you
By a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm
Ballin', racked
Everyday's a struggle
I ain't Joe Budden
To you
Not a day goes by
I don't say I'm sorry to you
Not a day goes by
That I don't say I'm sorry
Not a day goes by
takes these L's
but at the end who has the last laugh
I just do this until last breath
I'm counting by whatever it takes
Ok now diggin her taste
Ok
FBI dem kick in my door
GI Joe dem come in by force
csk if a gun underneath my clothes
Let me explain before expose
Mi wifie role play as a street
by year 2030 is now underway signed and approved by 200 world leaders at Rio Brazil this is an era of misinformation if conspiracy don't exist why is
Good-bye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou.
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
I'm down on Bourbon Street again,
Down in that quarter of sin,
Standin' on a corner where I used to stand,
Down by Charlie Weaver, that old hot dog
Hey uh Kaden
I was just wondering
If I could hangout with you and Andrew tonight
Um I know your in school right now
I'm just leaving a message
Okay
common is these fucking Matsumotos
Yeah live from the Soho and hov told me I'd blow Joe
See I rap like a lifetime blown nose
All I know is I'm merely
Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties see me in that foou door roddie
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty
(Joe Budden)
toes with it
Boy, I'm so committed, dripping air where I'm soaking in it
I just take it day to day
I just take it day by day
I just take it day to day
in harmour love
`Aaw, Joe!'
It's a pin
It's a friend
It's a how have you been
It's a `I'm looking forward to seeing you again'
It's a laugh
One two, one two
And this is, the hardcore raw
Lyrical law, never seen before
And I am, D.M.C.
And for all of y'all
This is the way, we reckless
gotta tell me somethin',
Are you here in hollywood long?
I mean, I just...
No, I'm ah, we're recording here in town
You're recording here?
Yeah,
I'll wait and wait until you're passing me by
You make me wanna jump out windows and cry
No way to tell you how I'm missing your lies
I know that
bands like they Mariachi
I'm sippin' something like Kobayashi
Back from the dead like I'm Jesus
Call me then use me, you need us
Joe where they Crippa,
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
you are
Ya stupid, stupid, stupid kid
Ya junk freak etc, etc
This guitar wasn't paid for by my mom and my dad
I'm not a college boy in a band,
5-0 on that payroll, just chill and lay low
Smoke Joe, fuck hoes, do what you know
But you stay on point, cut the grass, the snakes will show
I'm an OG,
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