Lyrics:
forever') I know baby, I hope it ('last, forever')
So I, took off my paisley pajamas I got from St. Thomas
Yo, I love you so much, so let me pay homage
And if
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
remote controlled
Too remote controlled
Too remote controlled
By the bank note
Uh
Now you pale
That I work for maself
Ma ass off and take the shelf
out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
Fat Joe I don't dance Bruh
All about that action
We don't say much
We don't play that
Ama Pull up with Squad
You gon really know whats up
When we all
no matter what I do
Well listen baby, I'm not too impressed with you
I'm sorry we're not as famous as Gang Green
We are the Queers and my name's Joe
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
Mmmmmmm, I cross him up Ty Lawson (Yuh)
Perc give me powers like Austin
34 P’s break em down Joe Johnson
Surrounded by money like i’m on Shark Tank
Man these bitches hoes, and these niggas hoes
Ballin’ on these niggas, number one like I’m DRose
Switch make a big nigga lean back like he Fat Joe
Street Starz hustler baby, hustler baby
Yo, listen it's like
Dead broke, sitting on my last tenner
Pray one day that my life will get far better
see you more than baby, it's more like hell
You screw a little girl and end up in jail
Even though she seems she's 19
You're looking at her body
at my kids, baby mama never home
Serg and his boys got a problem cause I'm Boosie
Surrounded by rats so they can tell on me, crew shit
Same with
trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you
Yeah this got a bop to it
I'm just doing me
Baby I'm just doing me
You cannot listen to this shit and not bop
I'm just doing me
Uhhh
I was skating
Unearthly
Other-wordly
From Krypton
Or heaven sent
Fine as gallery art
Stronger than 1%
Baby, I'm not these other earthlings
Peep the format
Then
your ears, listen
Got a fat joint, just peep it while you're sippin'
Bringin' on beats, keep you movin' till your neck snaps
Got the greenbacks like
Hello Dan, it's Joe here, I hope you're keeping well
It's the 21st of December, and now they're ringing the last bells
If I get good behaviour,
Hello Dan, it's Joe here, I hope you're keeping well
It's the 21st of December, and now they're ringing the last bells
If I get good behaviour,
First things first
Ok
Yeah yeah
Everywhere that I go another alias
To the core Carolinian
Flows in all areas activity
Activated by me in every city
behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna
told them hoe dem from Bolton
I don't like rats, your a rodent
I had fat bags when I sold 'em
I make sick tracks and I showed 'em
And it's a fact that I
to give
White hancock, throw you cross the Blacktop
You done made a bad choice
Like all these fuckin fat cops
Wanna donut?
I know its low but, so what
Its
missin' Nene but I
Think she hate me
'Cause she had broke my heart, I'm GBG baby
I'm a movie, he is a DVD baby
He might make you happy but
That nigga just
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