Lyrics:
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno (woah)
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe (woo)
And understand I got the gift of speech
No one's coming to save me
I've accepted this
I'm crying alone inside of a Trader Joe's by the salad mix
Yeah it's a scary thing
Remembering my
You can look me in my eyes and see I'm not an average joe
When we pulling out them sticks you better get down on the floor
I don't miss with that
Person she attaches to
Trust she'll say it's all natural
She got some plastic too
Hit a bong, say pass that
I'm tryna get high too
It's not much left, you
Uhh uhh (oh yeah)
Uhh uhh uhh (Mmm)
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah
I lost my brudda to dis shit (Know what's goin on)
Forever Long Live Lil' Joe (Fasho No Cap)
the streets by storm
Group cosigned with the courtesy of the Storm
Now I'm tryna reflect the tone
Like the tsunami storm
Tell Joe and Dame I get it, I put
everything that I'm not
Clean out Goodwill for the Depop markup
Brand new Docs and the thigh high wool socks
Fueled by Ramen was never underground
It's
All-American
I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times 1823
An American man named Joe livin' on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New York
You mean
Start by kissing my ass
I'll start by rubbing your balls
We'll have a jammy time together
one and all
What will we do later on
when the butter runs
I'll be there in the mornin'
can't you see I'm tellin' stories
my sweet angel's everlasting true love ways
I'll wait I sow the seed
I set the scene
whooo, Mary
Now I had to find new ways to shag
She/he made me realize that I'm a fag
No more Marys, no more Marys
I wanna marry, marry, marry Joe
We're
yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin the fifth
she was a German maiden
And the music press revealed their anger
When threatened by the Stranglers
This broadcast was brought to you in 1979
I'm
you're safe in my city
Called up them niggas but you won't admit it
Moving with niggas, Joe Biden
Pockets on Big, Joe Budden
Ion know what ride I'm riding
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
Where the cream of Deadwood City come to dine
And I'm glad to say he's a very good friend of mine
Hi Joe, say where d'you get them fancy clothes
I
getting high off of the pills that I supply
Just cruising by on flat tires in an '06 Chevy
Looking like I'm Bloody Mary sipping codeine and berry
I'm
rockin' the deep purple face Rolex
My liver used to be a pool of liquor, Joe Gomez
Villa Honegg, in Switzerland, just to rejuvenate
Listen to what's not
both repent
I'm sure by now he's realized that you were heaven sent
cnd you got a wonderful life
The snow outside is falling, but it ain't that deep
to a time where the dream began.
its all too soon that's all will be is a dream in someones mind.
Look at me I'm famous on top of the world,
I finally
and Jean and Sarge-
There's probably dozens of others at large
God knows-
And Joe and Rose
We're bringing back style to the White House
I'm painting
a Lincoln on hold
OG by the O, shit my mans and 'dem grow
On the low he blend in think he regular joe
He the plug
Pump so much bass I need another sub
Ask
to be deleted by an owl
I've got to fight this awful situation somehow
Poor Joey *who's a pretty boy then?*
Poor Joey
Poor Joe
Poor Joey
A bundle of joy
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
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