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Joe
Yo tengo el fuego I'm hot right right now
Anyone who want my wave gon
Have to cut like 50 for the favor
Big checks dont come without haters
But I

bops
I get 50 a pill
Cross you over if you go for a steal

Pull up and shoot like I'm Tatum or Beal
Or get your head by your own niggas
Play with my top

To a focus what I know is break a eighth into a fifty
I can break it down a half is double four that's if you get me
Like a teacher I can show you round

you know I see her
And she tryna dance, grab her by the hand she said she ain't got a man, hey
And I'm making castles in the sand rock out in

cost like 2.50 at the corner store
He ain't fucking rich, he live in the trenches, yo
Ayy, had to bring it back, had to bring it back around

Nigga think

You got my motor running, burning like acetylene
But it could be all the vodka that they cut with kerosene
Memorised to watch you dance from by

the work like a sport made em go catch it
Caught the work and did his dance like Randy Moss
I got some lil niggas don't complain what it cost
I met them

on a cello
Hit the plaza call up Bee
Ey yo somebody hit up Gee
I got two fifty on that basi
Who got the bottle?
Hit up E
Puddy Pudge and Ronnie B
Dan and Brook

and the trigger go back
Rat-a-tat, the gat gon tap dance, a nigga go splat
A boom boom
Stick talk, make a nigga go zoom
Saw senju and Kimbv, balling way back in

Look, it's 50 a hand, you probably gon' need an advance
The shit that you doing got room for improvement
Hit me if you need it enhanced
Remember

with me, just run it up with me
I catch this buck fifty, cheek too cheek
I tell my shooters, when to go
Like kick the sneak (sheesh)
Choppa sprayin' like

Spingo il pedale, non mi fermerò
Riempi di lingotti quel bagagliaio
Pesa altri 50kg di flow
Per come rappo dici "Straordinario"
Parlo coi demoni, tavola

dollar bills go to dancers
Ah, kidnap some shit for real by the ransom
Huh, bitch, I know you see this moneyun, talkin' 'bout some "handsome"
You could

Going along without reason or sense
Looking for change from Fifty pence

Taking instruction from Devil’s Bridge
The soul sits underneath
Keeping it

I been trappin in the game and i was 15 years old
Hella bags for some papers I have flipped, dawg
Step by step, all around
We got 50s
Now we ballin,

the trenches
Make profit off whipping
They dance when they hit it
My flip steady jumping
That gwaup when you hear it
My iPhone keep ringing
That gwaup when you

the air. Her dad said, dance with my daughter, don't be scared

We did a little moving, we did a little grooving
Fairytale love story, our life is a movie

probably dance with her
Ask her where the lettuce is
And be like let us lamp it up

Take a couple plants with us
Skipping on this rhythm
Til I'm cramping up

I'm stuck inside this music
Please don't let me out
I made me a beat last night
Then I slid on it
I was feeling like I wanna dance so I did
Know them

ain't no weight upon yo name (WEIGHT BITCH)
Hop out crazy like I'm Skaiwater
Girl I can't stop the Rain
50 shooters all connect
No-matter where you at I'm

come approach me
Instead of letting time fly by
Show me that you really want it
Loving how we grind
Loving how we glide
Love it how we moving side

down, cause he is not my homie

Now I'm feeling like I'm speaking like her, I've been rocking by my lonely
Extra pole to finish, y'all know just throw

that fye melt all ice

Wake up and run up the money to jog My memory

Blue hundreds and 50s they drive my Tendencies

I'm going holy on all of my enemies

can keep your advances, wack hooks, and pop dances
Don't get me wrong, I'm all about the mainstream
As long as I sign the deal I want and have the same