Lyrics:
your noofy-toody
I'll be just as sweet as sweet can be
Now Joe I know just how you feel since your fickle baby left you for a heal
But if I could be your
know that I'll always be true
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Gonna shoot my old
your hands up, like nigga, what? (Say what?)
Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?)
And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?)
they your fam and barely even know ya
I'm a rare MC with culture that don't fuck with many
Don't come to me with that joe shit all fuckin' friendly
I had
don't brag a lot
But you should know you never had a shot
I'll bury him like let me find
Somewhere that this cat can rot
Legendary, I am something Frieza
gunna still put their hands on the air
HBOOGZ
Put your hands up in the air,
We don’t give a rass but we ere,
People wanna talk who’s ere,
Manna shut
pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit,
I'm gon' cash out
Everybody know me I'm Tex James
I like a smart girl with a dumb booty
Where I'm from we call her Judy
Ass so big don't make no
waste where the apes ate
I smh, I let you nay-say, y'all legends ain't safe
I desecrate Flex, I decorate Sway
I estimate a hundred left, I let the kay
put your hand in the air and let me know you're out there
You put your hand in the air and let me know you're out there
Then scream: oh yeah (oh yeah)
And you got your daddy and you know who your daddy is don't you?
Fuck that
If you want to play you answer me who's your daddy when I ask you
Who is your
know
All day Baby Joe keep a pole
VL be trappin’ he stay with the low
Studio flow but the trap never closed
Come back with 80 I left off the road
(VL
yes! We courted her with
"Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my
Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely,
We will explore
fine I got to grab it, she don't mind
I got my left hand on that booty
Got my right hand on that pussy
Got my left hand on that booty
Got my right hand
fine I got to grab it, she don't mind
I got my left hand on that booty
Got my right hand on that pussy
Got my left hand on that booty
Got my right hand
the song
No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
outfit
I'll pull your strings
You muppet
My niggaz came
With rockets
Foreign change
In pocket
My style no door
Don't knock it
Cuz all my shows
They flock
move your key by the crawler
I'm the one sippin' weight couch the balla
You'll niggas is hustlin' backwards
Come see me withcha all
They don't wanna
[Joe]
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me
But I know you very well
Now let me tell you that I c-c-c-c-caught you
My dear, my dear, my dear
come from where did you go cotton eye Joe
Well I know the signs yea
And I see your eyes girl
Tell me you like it when I'm right by you side
It's 5:45
from the avenue
Maniac Lunatic and you know that I'm tellin it
Bitch's head in my way, you know that I'm swirlin it
So all you punks take your weak ass
want a fair one, FORGET IT
And your girlfriend, yo I let my man hit it
So save the bluff, you know you ain't tough (yeah)
I pull your card
(C Gutta)
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your (shoulder lean)
Hey, hey, let your (shoulder lean), yeah, just let your (shoulder
(C Gutta)
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your (shoulder lean)
Hey, hey, let your (shoulder lean), yeah, just let your (shoulder
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