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[Intro: Joey
Yeah, run up on ya bitch
Probably run up on ya bitch

1: Joey BADA$$]
Lord, can I get a bad
High class whip, be the average
north west, that two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red traffic
And keep ya up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be back into action
No time to relax, I need someone to this cash with
That match with, give me I'm askin'
The lady in the appear beast on that mattress
That's it, you're the only one I'm trying to mack
But you could be a or fat (ass)et
How is that ass miss? Bend that shit backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the pussy a password
Bet that last word is master
Ask her, roll my rocker til I that astronaut
That's NASA thought, be young fly, nasty one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you catch me slipping, hon

[Hook: Elle
So let's just away
We die today
Got no to waste
So roll with me, baby
or die
Always by your
the end of time
Driving me

[Verse 2: BADA$$]
thing's first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the bunnies
The hoes love me, get before the money
Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it or sunny
Just never worry, chinchillas in
Vanilla, when you ready
Check the itinerary whenever it's
Keep my baby straight, peep my lace
The Margiela to
Fool less planned and everything is in control
So hit the gas and go
It's no sleep til Brooklyn, beastie boy
And she just stop looking, she like it raw
Real spitter and all and that's the of mouth
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, please walk past me
So to grab it, I gotta have it
We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, right
We could hit the then escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, with me?
Is you
Is you riding, with me?
Is you

[Verse 3: Action
Getting in the whip and not crashing it
FILA Velour shorts set, half
I sit in dove room with lit
little mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your up
I really remember reading Up
Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon, fold out
on your shorties wall
I be fucking women half my age when I'm 44
Young skin, a personality
Hard dick, dollar salary
These cheating calling fouls on me
Break the whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44
need low jack to define your whole back
Euros'll get down, you that
Swimming and throwback
Yeah, you know