Lyrics:
meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom
I call that my VIP, fuck a bad bitch get some head room
If I score her and her girlfriend, I'm
[Incomprehensible]
Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my
a Rover, ducked in them rows meetin' quotas
Shorty bipolar, load her by cock I tried to told ya
When movin' the wrong direction ain't no flesh and then
and PS2
Enough loot for a bong rip and Chinese food
My moms like, "Who you think you're lying to?"
When I'm high at the table in the dining room
Suburban
deliver like yuh
(Joe-Joe-Joe-Joe-Joe-Joe Joe$ya the-)
Wrap a body and be the hobby
In a few years imma be stocking out carbon copies
On the drum X machine
album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except
at
Passing the buck!
Has no Covid plan!
Controlled by the woke.
The American dream’s
Going up in smoke!
Joe defunds police!
Shuts pipelines down.
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends,
And by the end of the week they were all super friends.
G I Joe would get all riled up again,
Guns
sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch
Which is the cover to my first album, Under Pressure, shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family
All my
the title track of Joe's most recent album, produced in Nashville by Jeremy Redmon. Written by Joe Vasconcelos and Grace Knodt
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
Cause we, ah get down
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Cause we, ah get down
And we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
how we be
Yo pass the bong
It's the return of the king like the lord of the rings
I'm back in this bitch and I'm doing my thing
The Joe and B. Crowe
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
Kelly, and friends, Joe Byrne and Steve Hart.
Ned kelly and Joe Byrne took the two policemen to the station's lock up and threw them in a
cell. The next
It's mad how
If I sat opposite you
In a room
I'd say nout
Wouldn't even waste a noun
No doubt
Like Saka
I am a pro now
It's mad how
If I sat opposite
hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (I wanna know)
Who let these hoes in my
eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
496 I'ma lead that
Fat Joe
Lean Back uh
Call me Paramedics he need that
Get the breesh no bitch you could keep that
Two guns I suggest you run
Cause
and spice and everything nice
Wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room
For the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King
no reason young hustler in da streets bleedin'
Moms greivin' Joe you came up from all dat
Fuck dat you taught how to survive crack
[Chorus:]
My
sucked
Said he miss me so much
That's nice
Real cute
Truly
I'm touched
I ride it good
Give him lessons in driving like Ms. Puff
Fat pussy energy
These
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