Lyrics:
hymns, soul hurting my surface pain want a better Benz, my eyesight is demonic I need a better lens, who can I turn to if me and God never make
Yeap, yeap okay, okay
Yeap, yeap okay, okay, okay
I double cup my lean
While I penetratin' your ho
Shorty Im twice as raw as you seen
By far
Uh, yeah, and I'm, on my hustle and flow
Golden child
Every beat touched turns to soul every week
Make a new one just to watch it go
Understandable
Where's all my soul sistas?
Lemme hear ya'll flow, sistas
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
Where's all my soul sistas?
Lemme hear ya'll flow, sistas
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
gotta do to make you believe that my love grown?
You can't leave me by my lonely, my looks destroy it's unknown
Like I said we 4lifers you stuck, ain't no
embrace
It know's how I bleed and fiends for the taste
It's a box that I shall never escape
Four walls, floor and roof, become my grave
I love how it hurts
Droppin fye, yea he back
King Joe on tha rise to tha big scene
Yea
Trophy Wife, By My Side, Never Solo
Homicide, Down To Strike, Like Manolo
Got Favor,
[Lil' Kim]
Where's all my soul sistas
Lemme hear ya'll flow sistas
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go
get them fantasies
Just by passing me in the street uh
Y'all Never catch me- prospect athletes
In my bag g, you know that jansport
Came in the game
the nuts
A .45 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn
sell my soul or turn pompous
You don't get me get yo Webster
I'm so Tribeca
SoHo trendy
The hobos Fendi and the shoes do match Chyna Whyte is blessed
I
Just soak up my words, don't bathe in sin
Don Lemon's a - don't be like him
God and MAGA's my heart and soul
When I lift 'em up like we in the Gym
Y'all
pistol but my pops got the crystal
Told me if I ever need it just *whistle*
Respects to Griff Dog for the razor
Much respects to Joe but for the favor
It's
I thought I won't gonna speak on this one
Speak Lord, blessings
But I had to talk my talk on this one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
torn joe
I think they gay, don't want to play my shit up north
But that's okay, jealousy can go a long way
And what goes around comes around in
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
since that BP hit you think you lit
I built this shit up brick by brick, my name ain't on no list
I'm still on fish, you might get hit on if you like
Peace
The 213
The 7 off 7
The 4 when the ride got off.
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
It be the main did they
I'm bout to get in
Used to be situp,
about business that's solid
I won't tell a soul
I got dawgs on the phone, Ngwano o timile phone
O tsere ke seven e white, O stout
Came from the bottom
at this Joe dude
And think about soul food
Ever since Big Pun died
Homie ain't have no clue
We 'spose to be friends man
Thought we was cool
Yeah I smoked
chandelier up in my shed
My soul on fire, got this threatenin' nature from Ras Kass
An atom is a molecule and Adam was a maricón
But if he would've never
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
I felt forsake Heart So Cold
With that fye up in my eye
Ova the stove knock out his Soul
Still abide by art the war
2give is better than receive
All
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