Lyrics:
on and on
Non-stop I throw statements, rolling in my spaceship
Getting top from your mom, GoPro taping
You know that I’m making average joe lame kids
So petrified,
a thing
You know what though, I'mma take, I'mma take this one for the team
It's the nigga they love to hate
But all the bad model bitches they love to date
The streets so nasty, I wish I could just run away
I do what I gotta do, it be what it gotta be
My nigga to tell the truth, no need to feel bad for me
And even
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
the 4, from Slitty and Joe
Rocking Dior while listening to P Smoke
With alotta bad tings and some wee blokes
Bitch you call that rich I call it pre-broke
I don't know what to do with you, Joe
I've been loving you all of these years
And the moments all go by so slow
When I think of the joy and the love
What's behind the other door? PD
Ohh, no more silence
Don't kill this thing we got called love
Then I need that Raf, then I need Balmain
My partner
I m in my bag damn
And I m in yours too
I m like a bad bitch
Secure my bag boo
I see you boo yeah
Ass getting thicker, the bag is getting bigger,
leaving (I'm leaving), for no reason (no reason) (ayy)
Bitches love me 'cause I don't need 'em (ayy)
Pull up in that drop, and I'm bumping that Joe Weezy
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out
But what's love, when your friends become enemies
Your nightmares are no longer your worst dreams
And as bad as everything seems
Keep hustling
We
through the night ya
Girl I fuck with you so tough ya
Love the way that your so blunt ya
Know that your life been rough ya
I swear that I can't get
light
So why the fuck you don't
Think they won't go?
Hold up, your chick traded post game
And no shame she felt your man
She probably on Joe Johnson
Cause
shit to talk bad about me (nah)
Long as I live I'll die by this
To hotwire my drive you need at least nine lives
So get to dying my G
If you need help
lovin it
Hit up on ya man, give some love Again
Bring you and some freinds
What you need to give it up
A couple bucks, I'm bout to bust
Heard you nuts, I
love so bad
See'mon Julie, time's a wasting
I should to be tasting your sweet lips
See'mon give love a try, don't let it pass you by
Julie I need
meds
All they do is sleep I need some creds (credit me)
Shoutout to the dead, they not really dead
Feel like Drake, I love your mom in my bed
Huh, chill
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
Guess it said, hey Joe, I'm going home with you
Turn your phone off, I need to be alone with you
I need to be in the zone with you
Cause I'm the only
around me think I'm just an average Joe
I went from bad to goat
No, no there ain't no fire
But she still grab the pole, ha, yeah
Listen, you gotta measure
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
cake
You know I'm really fat
So, my love for you ain't even fake
We drifted away as time started going by
Guess our love died out
Can't even tell you why
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