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

[Verse 1: BADA$$]
Lord, can I get a bad
High class whip, be the average
Headed north west, that two Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red traffic
And keep ya head up, that blasting
Face two stacks and then be back this action
No time to relax, I need to count this cash with
match with, give me what I'm askin'
The lady in the streets appear beast on that
That's it, you're the only one I'm trying to with
But you could be a or fat (ass)et
How real is that ass miss? Bend shit backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the pussy like a
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

Elle Varner]
So just ride away
We could die
Got no time to
So just with me, baby
or die
Always by your
Until the end of
me crazy

[Verse 2: BADA$$]
thing's first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy
The hoes love me, get before the money
Just know shit get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just never worry, in February
Vanilla, when you ready
Check the itinerary it's necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lace
The Margiela to
Fool less it's and everything is in control
So hit the gas and go
It's no til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
And she just can't stop looking, she it raw
Real spitter and all and the word of mouth
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, just walk past me
So tempted to grab it, I have it
We could be lavish so tell me, girl, right away
We could hit the bank then escape to the
Is you riding, with me?
Is you
Is you riding, riding me?
Is you

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