Lyrics:
"Big Mac and a large order of fries"
"Stop making fun of me", "I'm not making fun of you"
"I'm getting the manager", "Get the fucking manager, I don't
it's private
Damn, I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My Bitch
somewhere I can clear the space
Dig a grave big enough and crawl in
What is the urge that emerged from the Earth to be burned by the words of my ancestors?
keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
Baby, Babi,
It's big it's small,
You know what turns you on,
Ride me baby, ride, ride me long
Baby,
Oh baby,
0Oh,
I wanna fuck you, Hoo, all night
it true but joe will
Yeah, I bet I got ya thinking now
Split personality but where's the split and how
Am I meant to be me and him at the same time
dig it hit it
Baby what's your 16 digits
If you give me the pin
I'm missing dipping
Into the pond
I'm swimming
Atm boy
Yeah I'm way too triggered
Just
up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga
I know she tryin' to fuck
But her homie wanna play GI joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before
Yo big ass hit
I'm out of New York and, boy, it don't sit right if you're white
Light were my steps from there
Did my dirt on the low, a Southern town nightmare
Cause
off ting
Took big, big risk in a Honda Civ
My OT block is Tobago hot
So I told cuz, "Chop all your cainrows off"
Askar blocked us right by the Costa
We
of sex pistols wearing a sheriff's hat
Gimme a paragraph I'll eat it up don't have a cow
It's sacred dontcha know, if I were you I would rather bow
Shit
until they heard of Ralo
Every time I buy a brick it like I hit the lotto
I got more cheese than a nacho
Please free El Chapo
Tell 'em that I don't
tint, big blunt, nigga, how I does (just how I does)
Pour it by my lonely and I'm off the fuckin' drugs
I don't feel you niggas, I'm dead inside, do it
Roc-A-Fella, Dame Dash)
I'm just fuckin with 'em (Big Topper, Jay-Z)
Skane-o! It's five in the mornin, let's get out of here
Let's burn..
(Desert Storm,
I’ve got to go it’s TeeCee48
Come in, come this way
You know I keep it straight
Smoked more than a eight all I’m paid
Keep my niggas on the payroll
Doodie Lo (Doodie Lo)
Roll with a stick on me, feel like i'm Joe (Joe)
Don't fuck with folks like Ebenezer, ghost
Bullets fly, just like Twitter
Homicide,
If I could be anything I wanted
I don't know but, oh
I'd be stuck here with myself
Be an Average Joe
But if I could be like a Jack of all trades
keep clappin' that ass just like an encore
Yeah, big pimpin'
If it ain't 'bout no cash, I don't wanna pick up the call
I told her keep clappin' that
the Sun's up
Niggaz will get done up
You see I follow the rules that I stand by
You know the morals they come from within side
You see it's Trizzy the God so
to throw in Gomes to get it done
It's on and I've begun the scissor cutting stuff
Come on come one by one by two by two by three
Welcome to Boston
Here's our
it goes wrong, you try to hold on
But you done wit it
When I show up, I try to show love
But they don't get it
PRPL NRG, Big Stevie, we havin fun wit
a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
[Joe Budden]
[starts off screwed] I live my life like a hood bopper
touched by evil, all
on the piano
Good mornin' Joe
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill
The big creek's up
Klay Thompson
Plug got a big chin Joe Swanson
I'm picking drugs like cotton
I got the blues like I'm Robert Johnson
10 zips I ain't talking October
I
Discuss these i dont dig it by big joe turner Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In