Lyrics:
got next and it don't matter
What they say we gon' make it
This is for the little girls
That say "Nicki, you pretty"
When you come to the city
You
better play
I don't believe in Gypsy's
Readin' out the palm of my hand
Don't believe in lady luck
She just wouldn't understand
I believe in Joe
Down by
come down, so please come help me out
You got me feelin' high and I can't step off the cloud
And I just can't get enough
Boy, I think about it every
satan thought he broke God used for hope in the curing
And showed me that He the only Joe should be fearing
Share your testimony faith don't come by
our heads
Brother Steve he olive talked the prayer church
Let the seed go
Reach come neighbor good clean for Domingo
Preach Joe’s seed sow clean with
grab a cup o' joe and we can talk about it
Babe I wanna grow old with you
And lay by your bed when it comes to an end
(Yeah)
I got the coffee stained
(Gap Boy on the beat told me any beat you want)
La, I need a vacation by the lake
Pussy in my face while she ask me how it taste
All these fishes
Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town
And there ain't much happens till the sun goes down
Then all the people come from miles
sweats and my shirt by Palace
Bitch I'm a star like Dallas
All black fit and I creep like T'Challa
When it comes to gas I'm a specialist
Planet Boot my
And Joe's got a beat, I like the rhythm
That's bro like I'm his sibling
If you ain't noticed, my addiction
Lies within lines, white and printed
Best handle
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson brought you Thriller
It made all the gun-man hollar
Mack 11 guard your grilla
Why you gwan, watch out for Babylon,
Like Miles Davis, I've been swayed by the cool
There's just something 'bout the summertime, there's just something 'bout the moon
So I laid a kiss
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
and Flex don't roll unless they Andrew Jackson
It's Brooklyn by me the crook the I-B ya even look
At ID you gettin' hooked to I-V
Motherfuckers huh
In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down
The mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and
We took a little beans
And we caught
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
We gonna sit down
By the banks of the river
What a time
Oh, what a time
Come on and come with me to my place, to my place, to my place
Come
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
mistake it for softness
But I ain't no silly sappy singin softy
When push comes to shove, ya better back up off me
Cause I am 6'2 and I ain't no little
yeah, come on
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day, yeah
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oh, I take a hit
floor corridor of the Grace Hospital
These are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I take good care of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What?
and games and
So just come and peep the unique styles we are displaying
The beat's just ridiculous, the lyrics articulate
Feels good, as if a girl just
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