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

[Verse 1: Joey
Lord, can I get a bad
class whip, be above the average
Headed north west, two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red traffic
And keep ya head up, that blasting
Face two stacks and be back into this action
No to relax, I need someone to count this cash with
That match with, give me I'm askin'
The lady in the appear beast on that mattress
That's it, the only one I'm trying to mack with
But you be a liability or fat (ass)et
How real is that ass miss? that shit backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the pussy like a
Bet that pussy's last is master
Ask her, roll my rocker til I made that
That's thought, be that young fly, nasty one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you can't me slipping, hon

Elle Varner]
So let's just ride
We die today
Got no time to
So roll with me, baby
or die
Always by your
the end of time
Driving me

[Verse 2: Joey
First first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy
The hoes me, get down before the money
Just know shit get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, that's when you
the itinerary whenever it's necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lace
The to Doneva
Fool less planned and everything is in control
So hit the gas and go
It's no til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
And she just stop looking, she like it raw
spitter and all and that's the word of mouth
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, just walk past me
So tempted to it, I gotta have it
We could be living so tell me, girl, right away
We hit the bank then escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, with me?
Is you
Is you riding, with me?
Is you

[Verse 3: Bronson]
Getting head in the whip and not it
FILA shorts set, half Arabic
I sit in dove room candle lit
Tell mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your up
I really reading Word Up
Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon, out posters
Hanging on your wall
I be fucking women half my age when I'm 44
Young skin, a winning
dick, million dollar salary
These cheating refs calling on me
Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road,
Hop off the bozack, the .44
You'll need low jack to your whole back
get down, you know that
Swimming trunks and
Yeah, you know