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I'm kind of fucked
Cause Joey's fucking butt dump kind of fucking stunk
What, clogging up the drain it's big brown bass stunk
Dubby shits to the power

bread by the loafs
Float your body like a boat
I got homies coast to coast
We all blessed jus like the pope
Bitch its Joey
Your real life neighborhood

State of mind, I know I'm Steph, you think you Joey Lacob
Joey's out here throwing paper, but will never be a player
Been on hustle for them grands, you

where I'm going
Me and Slick was on cloud nine we was in the sky like boeing and
When it came to that rap shit you aint fucking with Joey
People call me

Bitch it’s Joey the homie
Still on the trap with the whole p
Bag out the packs and I go eat
I’ve been trapping all week with no sleep
I got money

and some glow models 

GRMG Baby

I like my models bouji sippin antidote 
By sippin antidote 
I mean sippin the rum coke
Forget the rum n coke
Ice buckets

The curtains in my room
The night light turned the patterns into faces 
And that scared me
I was happy then 
Nothing less nothing more

Joey said

bring the pain now
I heard the queen is dead
And now a pedo’s got the crown

Joey Mortal comin with the Mac
Through the back door
Pipe bomb lit gonna

编曲：TOZZIY & Joey
后期：TOZZIY & Joey
I’m stuck Somewhere
（我被禁锢在 某个地方）
Nobody around me
（周围没有人）
眼睛已干涩也分不清善恶像全部被染色
瞳孔的光亮也快熄灭像之前跳动的火焰

Joey wants to speed up time
He wants the things he does not have
And a girl to hold and call his own
But Joey's only twelve years old, spends his

[Joey as Derrick]
My names Derrick, I'm from Queens right there on Merrick
Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits
Gotta lil sister and my pops just

Ain't Sayin' Nothin'

Fat Joe

The Elephant in the Room [Clean]

2008

a sucka, metal in the duffel
I'm all about my chips, I gets my ruffles
Joey I got ya, these boyz bluffing
I'm doin' the Hulk Hogan but they ain't sayin'

(they can keep it)

At 17 I made six figures (yeah)
Immature young rich nigga (what else?)
By 21 I made a mil' twice (yeah)
Your dreams, my real life

white cocaine)
Back when Joey's name was Cartagena (Pure white cocaine)
Steppin' on it like la Macarena (Pure white cocaine)
My Rollie, my bitch Rollie,

Thanks to a
2 by 3 Fake ID
I'm living the life that I want to be
On a summer night under a neon light
Singing to the world sweet child o' mine
Joey got her

All-American self hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these
Thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore

SWEET

BROCKHAMPTON

Saturation II

2017

suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in

takes a lil' boy to grow into a man
She's often ridiculed, people don't understand
she's being picked apart and scarred by her father's hand
And he's

(Coach me, Joey, Damn, E, this a classic)
(Joey)

I'm still rich niggas pillow talkin' to some
Hoes that I been hit (I been hit)
Put a couple tags

has shown us (uncle joey)
By turning stone to bread
So we all must lend a helping hand

(carol)
We are the world we are the children
We are the ones

I don't wanna be lonely
Don't wanna be by myself
I thought you were the one for me
But I guess I'm just by myself

I can't believe summer’s really

tried to take me out
Shot me right in front of my mother
By Tracy's house
Now its time to change my life I think Rap's the answer
Same day I got

gone by
Fly, fly
Time don't wait for no one

Another Decade is here
And it's gonna fly
And it's gonna go just like the last one bye bye bye
*NSYNC is

Fire [Remix]

Fabolous

More Street Dreams, Pt. 2: The Mixtape

2003

Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle Offense do it like (whoa)

Maybe it's the vinta' deuces