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He said my name is Jack and I'm a rhythm attack
When I got a pair of sticks in hand
I got savior-faire on the bass and snare
And I'm here to take my
I'm a girl, and by me that's only great
I am proud that my silhouette is curvy
That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait
With my hips kind
I'm a girl, and by me that's only great
I am proud that my silhouette is curvy
That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait
With my hips kind
where I be
Can you feel this energy?
Game Over, I'm on the top
Straight independent, no co-op
Did it by myself, man full control
Number one, taking
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.
All this fashion got me feeling like I'm Joe
Living Water gave me life, man, that's the flow
Got the drip, but it's more than just the clothes
Know
Imma keep running like a mile (Go)
Yeah, nigga's from my school wanna pay an eye now (Go)
Yeah, I was all by myself but I'm Hawaii now (Go)
Yeah,
(Listen)
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
Where do we have to go?
I don't know, let me know where we end up
Cause I'm not about to sit
And watch it get us
Just picture the stickers is on it
dark vador
I got a glock it came with a laser my diamonds
They beating my wrist joe Frazier Setta hold twenty three
Like he play four the lakers
I'm in
some shit that made a nigga wanna tweak
(She always on some other shit Joe all facts)
So I'm out here looking for action whatever it is nigga I'm
money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
chasin' like I'm Dre or I'm HOV
Ye with the clothes
Fuck Hulk Hogan, and fuck Joe Rogan because it flows, you know how it goes
Need a bitch that's down
I'm taking over divide and conquer surprise and pop ya
Proper with that violent karma they will not survive the trauma
My bars are fire causing
with Joe Spivey
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got Ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner
All the counsellors hate
Bitch I'm on a throne, a little over blown
By testosterone
Plus, some silicon, my frontal lobe
Is in the zone
Temporal bone, portal to my floral home
I don’t wanna hide at the Trader Joe’s
When you’re with your mom and you’re visiting home
How come it’s still so uncomfortable?
You think that by
: Omar T. Lewis
Co-Written by: Joe Perez (Vocalist)
Publisher: Ramo D Music - A.S.C.A.P.
Mastered by: Mike Wells Mastering - Los Angeles
Keep your arm around your sadness
He’s no enemy
We’ve been hiding inside
Watching daytime tv
He thinks the dad is Kevin
I think that it’s Joe
We’ve
What we doing?
What we doing? Yeah, yeah yuh
Aye
Riding by the coast, in the bag, 100k
Man fuck that little bitch, she probably mad that I'm paid
But
Little Miss Cecilia Green
Little over sweet sixteen
But the cutest flapper that you've ever seen
When the fellows pass her by
She will always
back 'til fall
If I find me a good lookin' woman
Oh, Lord, I won't be back at all
It's a true
Listen, I'm goin', alright
Somebody told me about Joe
on the ?
That ass thicker than a mo'fucker
Her mama bad, I tryna hit it that's a motherfucker
In that Mausoleum looking like Selena
And I'm Fat Joe, Don
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
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