Lyrics:
don't wanna start this out Complaining
But how come my partner's
English is their second language
Oh well
I trust that God knows what he doing
So me K Nut
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
is back
Yeah rollin' with the tbt
Were gonna rock the house for my man joe c.
Yeahh, we want to start this show, come on
Come on, yeah
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
There'll be no weapon
Formed against you
They're just here
To test you
They can't oppress you
We're saved
By the Blood of Yeshua
Praise a Hallelujah
This is
at the trap, this a haunted house
Fucked your bitch, now she walk like a zombie now (uh)
I'm that nigga her nigga be worried 'bout (yeah)
Pay my lil' cuz
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
Every time I leave my house I'm being watched by big balloons
Everything's expensive my paycheck is a joke
Our border's nonexistent and our military's
Grandpa Joe knows music man
This is a hit right here baby
I'll see you jive turkeys on the other side
the rappers that they talk shit
While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits
The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low
I chill with Lord
the house
Diamond D, the whole Diggin' in the Crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana
Ayyo, I'm out, word is bond
The shit is real
(*cuts
thinking I'm clowning around
With the batty flows that I bring?
I laugh you must have took a bath in acid thinking joe isn't king
This here is nothing but my
to white-out they sins
Maybe we'll never see a black man in the White House again
I'll write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have
the face surf board
Man this chief wavy
Know the BUCS is near
Like I play for team Brady
Two words fuck haters
Cut people not paper
Got gun makers just
Get that money and n- forget 'em
I ain't need 'em, but my mom's is with 'em (Jesus)
Thirty-eight, look how the streets did 'em (Lord)
All these
forget 'em
I ain't need 'em, but my mom's is with 'em (Jesus)
Thirty-eight, look how the streets did 'em (Lord)
All these trophies, but where do I sit
house, I was in my
Room, no furniture, no nothin'
And, this is cool
Like, one minute and thirty second
Song, but I'm like
I wanna take it somewhere i
to the Lord's goodness
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
My people this for you too
Trust God
Look what he will do
Young Taylor
Yo
Is that is bro?
Yeah man
That's all that he
to see it's one of my own init, y'know?
And boy, I know none of this is easy, y'know?
I'm just proud to be, to be witnessing what's going on, man
by vision of my bone
Made me feel this chick was on
She said (I'm bored I ain't did nothin but lay round the house all week)
And so I said in my
Ugh, damn bear, this is such an LA party
Why'd you invite so many stars? 'Cause I can
Bieber is here (yeah)
Nick Jonas is here (Right)
In the corner
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
can do it, but a stranger gotta go help first
I called moms on the phone, here's what I told her real quick
I said my 20s flew by with no control
vile man shout out to j cole
But this is lyrical joe
Shovels At work Chaley it’s time to burry talks
And It all balls down to holes like golf
They
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