Lyrics:
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the boat
ringtone
Collo loco
Your bitch smell sloppy joe
My new girl from Cuba so I call her Fidel Castro
Bottom text
Your bitch do want sex
Bust all in her mouth
in the back of my truck
All my rednecks don't give a dump
If anyone asks you, you let 'em know
I've got my boat and I'm ready to go
Out fishing again
raise no hoes, this shit ain't my fault
Sent by the devil, let power my demon know to stalk him out
You had took three of they niggas, what you think
to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thing, Yeah
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ain't no tellin' what a bitch will
be no average joe
Never fucked an average ho
We lettin' you know it's a problem
Crib like I'm eating on pollen
Keep a bitch on my thigh like
staples watch niggas try to copy
I put it on I ain't saving no style
I'm by myself Imma go against the crowd
Who the brokest? ain't never being loud
I keep
My truck, my boat
My drink, my smoke
My old broken-in boots
My old dog Blue
My truck, my boat
My drink, my smoke
My old broken-in boots
My
all the girls, tomb raider
No be Lara Croft
Perscoba, I dissed Adele, ne ti awu tisɛ Santaclaus
All of my haters black and white
Alewa I dey chew them
want a boy
So she raised him as a queen
Now little Billy Joe
Would be Billy Jean Queen
Billy's at home
Getting watched by a Teen
But the mama doesn't
featuring Diamond D Grand Puba
[Diamond D] Ninety three it's time man
(All out yo because youknowhatI'msayin..)
[Fat Joe
finger
Wrist to my bling, yeah, my fever is king, yeah
I'm telling you where we bring it
I type by A-K-S-K
I type by centing, yeah
Yeah, yeah, me boy dem
Counting up bucks
My girl don't need tummy tuck
She gonna give me the suck
I got the best of the luck
But I'm still screaming at life what the fuck
looked out for my self
I'M WHIPPIN BATTAH UP, I got cakes for the go
GET YO ASS GOIN, go ahead n joe roe your boat
I hopped off the porch n I hopped in
loco
So I keep them drugs by the boat load
Stay high so I feel no pain hoe
Stay high tryna let that pain go
I I'm never sober
Show up my eyes look closed
boat is a no yachty girl
You should be my
best friend my best friend
I want you to be my
best friend my best friend
You should be my
best friend my
anyhow
seems that nothin' never comes to no good up on choctaw ridge and now you
tell me billy joe has jumped off the tallahatchee bridge.
brother
Stack bare p get Brazzy
Other birds they don't faze me
Got no boats but we still wavy
I want a 4 by 4 for the whip
Bad b girl for my chick
Brown hair
Fuck it, crown the king
You dig?
You know know what I mean?
Fuck it, crown the king
Benz truck for the queen
G.I.A, my rings
G.I. Joe, my team
listen to your speaker
Cause when I wild out
No rapper could turn the streets up
VS
c bunch of friends
ct my homie crib
I pulled my car over
On the street
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya D's out
Breathe in,
Through a b**** is how I met that n**** with a baby 'fro
Mariner's Village has in it bassas who look for blow
I was by the mailboxes when asked where
walk around pockets on Fat Joe
Nigga walk around with the deuce deuce
Smoking on fat ass blunts, Bruce Bruce
Riding in the truck with
No motherfucking
I'm feeling good about tonight, I'm country boy fresh
I'm what them country girls like cause I'm country boy fresh
Dirty boots, dirty truck, where I
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