Lyrics:
by your side
I go dey by your side o Lord I'm falling
Lord you see I’ve fallen in love falling
Never going back no more I've fallen
Now you’re mine
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
cheese is gonna make me cry
Gorgonzola, Provolone
Don't even get me started on this microphone
Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka
I'm
up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga
I know she tryin' to fuck
But her homie wanna play GI joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before
Yo big ass hit
[Performed by Billie Joe Armstrong]
I ain't a politician
I'm just a bad musician
Whatcha gonna do for me?
Do you have a taste for
Sex and blood
and Joe Jonas,
But my heart belongs to Nick.
CHORUS:
I'm
Not ashamed to say that
I am a JB fan so
Why try to fight it
We just clicked
I'm a Jonas Brothers
their children in the light
And I ain't got no time to rest in sight
I need an ice cold beer
I need an ice cold beer
While I'm taking a break, out
the Unit! - I'm
A mothafuckin' G! - JOE!
Raise ya hand fore ya ask a question! (YEAH)
Betta have ya weapon
Cause homie class in session
(C'MON "DJ Whoo Kid
in twos.
I got a dirty feeling that warms up to booze.
& if you ain’t heard the rumors, I got the news.
Whatever’s been done, you know I’m stealin.
don’t be having the same rinse as me
When i come around still bring good energy
Cause i rap now everybody a kin of me
But by myself i be
Focused
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
kicking with Joe
Hope he come in my dreams
And tell me how the shit go
Niggas say I'm cold
they say they want more
I'm on some black power shit
So now I'm
doing it for
Pouring silicone in negative molds
To make some regular Joe's
So I can blend in
Even be a zombie with Sin
Monster maker by trade
Tame
gon save me
And I praise God he gon save me if I'm lucky
Never done wit that when I'm 6 feet bring it wit me
With em roses issa beautiful misery
Life
(wow)
I used to tell my momma wake me up 'round seven thirty
Shoulda been in school by seven
But I had to grab a thirty
Used to ride these glasses
Call me tony walk I'm stuck on my grind
She keep on calling me she wasting my time
You can tell that Im real by the look in my eye
It's really more
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State
I'm a sergeant out on Perenville, barracks No. 8
I've always done an honest job, honest as I could
I'm Ready
Detroit born and raised
Eastside 7mile
I spent most of my days
Mom and pop split ways
To westside I reside
The zip code a lie
To go
the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap
call it suicide
I ain't playin, I'm just praying its a homicide
Its 1017 that mean its time for BSM
Bread to win, that's for Pop Joe and Bos
fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream
Me and broski just turnt on
I can see by the look in your eyes when it comes to this life you ain't on what I'm on
She was so confused when that
crack, since fat joe made em lean back
I'm running up the score for sure, if they want war nigga
I'm God's machine, what you thinking I'm built for
Man, I
dropped by the cops
I'm bad, understand me with the game I kick
I got crazy bitches like a Trojan on my dick
Yo Hobb we got more rep than Lucky Luciano
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