Lyrics:
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
shit I'm anxious as hell
Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail
I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was putting
Joe was done
Some just figured Joe was gone
Steps to the platter with a great big grin
Joe DiMaggio's done it again
I'm gonna tell you just the way I
for you
You've got to spend your time down on your knees
Come with me, I'll show you whatcha gotta do
All the church ladies were faithful disciples
If
just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do
quite a few miles
In the first couple of days, and I
Figured I'd be home in a week if my
Luck held out this way
But you know it was the third night
I
at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter
To not come and speak
Omelly outside and he let out with the Mac
Me I'm in the crowd
Just chillin fallin back
Peepin out the scene, I see a hater I react
Like you don't want no
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
talkin' (nah)
He ridin' with you, then the TEC'll park him
I let a hollow go right in his face then walk by him like I never saw him
The price stay, we
the beat intensifies
I become emotionally desensitized
Like, once I slapped a rapper with mace
Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no
you what's going on
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross the seas?
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers, indeed
Got mommas crying out,
don't believe me you can see me on your TV, yo
Tailor made Versace, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat
Comes to Latino MC's there's none bigger
Now
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
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
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
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
a Bored Ape NFT
They say if you fucking with these, then you a VIP
Back in the 80s, fucking apes gave us HIV
How much more viral can you viably be?
a duet
We ain’t in the A but we got them dirty birds
You gotta pay me first
These niggas style stealing style stealing
I can’t let em get by with it
fuck with me
Real talk nigga, believe it
This is why they fuck with me
Do what I do, y'know?
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe
proper
If you hit my line I can fuck you all the time
Hit it in the day, then I'm dippin out at night
Smokin' pine, sippin' wine, tell me what you like
a duet, and the water's calling
(We're shining like we're moonlight)
And we'll never forget if we don't jump in
Tonight I'm holding on so tight
To my
pussy, so we don't buy or believe in it
Locked in on the instrumental, I took back the key to this
Uh
Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that
dreams, harmonizing with the urban beat,
You and I, a duet, singing tales so sweet.
To the rhythm of city sounds, in the arms of the breeze,
We wander
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