Lyrics:
steel Eggo
Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko
Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and
you be hatin debatin, regurgitatin
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
nobody will even listen listen
Maybe somebody big will but I don't wanna get big
By riding another rappers dick
Ay ay ay
I make a song every day
Ay
How I
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
or if you ahead of me
I just hope I, leave a great legacy
Yeah, ay ay, ay
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
Ay trigger warning
Thanks Donald Trump
Second Amendment yeah
This one's for you
Just wanted to thank you for everything you've done
America stand up!
Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo fiebre para ti
[Run]
Got senoritas in Adidas over in Spain
The Don of San Juan got 'em goin insane
Got chicks in
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
ledlight
Hold en lighter på by my bedside
Ay hvis vi prate konkurranse burde hei på mæ
Pushe tungt ligg i sving på nå Daytona
Bumpe Tee i ei bil æ på nå
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
to Joe Crack the flow crack
I sit back sip cognac sample soul like Womack
Black out like Kodak, these streets cold I know that
So pay attention, if you
I got like COVID or the flu or something
Fuck it
Ay, I heard she love me, but that still is not my boo thang
You like a medallion, you the bottom
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
full sincerity, no disparity, no vulgarity
Neck shows clarity, no similarities, no familiarities with anyone
Taking the game by storm, ay, idols
the shit
My nigga like it better when I’m spitting on the dick
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Babyboy I’ll take it from here
Shit, Aight
I go by Joe Flow
fly
Up, up, here we go, go
Up, up, here we go, go
Let's fly
Up, up, here we go, go
I'm the greatest not your average Joe
Me and my gang, yeah, we back
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
with the focus
Born by the ocean
But barely see the water
'Cause I'm hunting for a dollar on these beats I be floatin'
Far from commotion
Cups
Ay, on my strings, ay
On my strings, ay, hold up
Man stop pulling on my strings
Ay, ay, man that's Krispy way
That's team, ay hold up, Koto
Yeah,
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