Lyrics:
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
that's Water by G (G)
She went brazy 'cause I hit her with that D (D)
I don't care what you heard 'bout me, lil' bitch, this talk ain't cheap
Soon
come
Hesitate you don't wanna
Bare witness to trauma
Going down on the corner
It's going down
(Joe Numbas)
Shit, we live, and talk is official
Take
way
Stop, admit it
God forbid it
The way these choppers spit it
You drop in minutes(uhh)
And I don't know how you dare
Nigga stop acting like
I’m really steppin n yea I keep a weapon..convicted felon I get caught well den it’s back to jailin..don’t give a fuck I’m really I’m thuggin I know
thing
Old Joe don't know where they are
At a table in the corner
There's a young man and an empty chair
His head in his hand, tears in eyes
And his
something bad for me
No sincerity they just act sorry
Back to the beatings very next morning
Feeling like my background parallax on me
Don't know where I been
your love away you know it belongs right here
I'm sexist person, no, know just how deep to go
How you like it when I grip you tight yeah
Thought I would
't rephrase it
Feeling hit?
Then why don't you talk back like you did
You just got hit by a girl how does that feel though
I hate it when these boys call me joe
want ice on my wrist
People know me but still act like I don't exist
Been tryna ball nigga won't give the assist
Dreaming a mill but its days I can't
nigga's crazy"
That's how I like it, yeah they fear me
Their face is scary, they know I'm coming but they can't hear me
I'm crushing motherfuckers that's
to school
Just make-a with the beat bambino
It's-a like a vino
Kid, you good a lookin' but you don't a-know what's cookin' till you
Hey (hey)
Hey
Sass E. Frass and Joe D. Glow
Headin' out to the picture show
Sweet innocence, not yet eighteen
Daddy don't mind what daddy don't see
Heavy
Sass E. Frass and Joe D. Glow
Headin' out to the picture show
Sweet innocence, not yet eighteen
Daddy don't mind what daddy don't see
Heavy
Yeah
7-5 7
The number for completion and perfection (Yup)
Powerhouse forever
(Too deep you a blessing for this one
Man)
Die To Self
Acts 2:38 Acts
love with these bitches
To make love with these women
Better dove fore I swim in
My dive like Michael Phelps, so shawty should know I’m winning
All by
squirming round and about
I'm upside down, inside out and how!
Doctor, help!
I barrel through the sordid
Officer, help
You know me sick, you knew me well
to him after church last Sunday night?
"I'll have another piece-a apple pie, you know it don't seem right"
"I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw
Shula
You a post player you are not shooter
Pray you pipe down cause right now I don't know
Oh lord how he snap like that
In a jazz club niggas wouldn't
way
Stop, admit it
God forbid it
The way these choppers spit it
You drop in minutes(uhh)
And I don't know how you dare
Nigga stop acting like
way
Stop, admit it
God forbid it
The way these choppers spit it
You drop in minutes(uhh)
And I don't know how you dare
Nigga stop acting like
Griselda by Fashion Rebels yeah, uh
This how shit supposed to sound
This how our shit sound, yeah
Y'all niggas got a lot of catchin' up to do
Yo uh,
Knucklehead flow that make you act real dumb
Yo, I burn your food like Florence
Run up in your crib like
My name was search warrants
Shut your mouth nigga don
Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't
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