Lyrics:
All-American
I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times 1823
An American man named Joe livin' on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New York
You mean
to get the dough!
Boom bip BAM here I am
Even fans in Japan be tellin me I'm the man
Fat Joe a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down
got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name
when I break down entirely?
I always pray to be with you eternally
But you'll only stay with me if I made it easy
I always pray (I always pray) to be
and I paid for parking)
Sounds like you need a vacation
Well I've got the perfect destination
Trader Joe's
Oh baby now you don't have to worry
They got
I don't believe it
Hello?
Whose dick you sucking?
Don't call me with that bullshit, alright?
You lying, you lying to me, D
Yeah, exactly
Whose
and then break him off proper
He's a showstopper, phantom rocker
All I need's a little help from my friends like Joe Cocker
It's getting deep in ways you
Yeah, the game ain't been the same ever since I came in
Don't believe them other lames. It's just entertainment
Ridin' 'round with them thangs. We
know
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I ain't tryna be no average Joe
Gotta be something that I don't know
I'm the G-O-c-T
I'm not tryin' to start anything
By comin' up to you tonight
I know that he's yours now
It's sinkin' in with time
But tonight I've had to much
I'm right here per your request, now you stuck in them shoes
No alliances with Meek, it's still fuck him too
Before we start, to the fans, I
white hoes just giggle and laugh
And I'm telling Joe I don't
Do business like that
Put them hoes out the room and tell your man
To go sit in the back with
Here by my side, here in my heart
{duet} I'll never let you go I'll hold you in my arms
{you are the one} you are the one that I've been
Lying in my bed, almost fast asleep
Visions in my head playing in my dream
There you were right in front of me
As if I could reach out and tough you
believe)
Do you know what you're messin' with this time
(Can ya tell me believe)
I'm lookin' for somethin' that you left behind
(Can ya tell me believe)
I
to Hydrate
High stakes and Thai Iced Tea
Whoopee
Fill your heart with me
And make it we
Maybe
Get down on one
Wait
Make you happy in everything you see
Pull
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand, oh
I'm goin' down to shoot my old
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
people see me creep
They mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside, kids aight
Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me?
ever be afraid... to play my music loud!
Look, I'm a wonderful weirdo
Who the fuck wants to be an average joe
You see me, I got the wackiest flows
Taffy-Apple Tango Mambo Cha Cha Cha
(Heel and toe?) I don't know
Last night at Papa Joe's my buddy met a lovely dove
She was the kind you never find but
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my old lady
At 2 o' clock in Hollywood
Which means I gotta leave here by 1
I should call an Uber at 12: 50
And then after that I gotta meet Bear at
Joe's Falafel
I pull up and slide on a hoe like
Hi, bye
My car go zero to a hundred in
No time
Heard me and my bros hit the same hoes
High five
Once you
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