Joe?!!?

Oh?
Don't you tell me where I can go?
I will never worry bout a nigga keep my Glock and roll
Molly got her touching toes
She ate my dick like sloppy joe!
I came with a Blick and its 6 6 sticks!

These niggas ain't talking bout shit
I told to my demons they all on my arms
Remember my past lives I was gone
But since we're past that got a gun!
Boy do not pass me that roach!
Got so much weed I could burn the home
Got so much lean I could sell lines for the low
Tryna overdose...
Keep that pole lil bro
Cause you never know when them niggas gone fold
If i can't trust anyone you should of known it was my gun
Why would i need you when you run?
I chop up queso after lunch
There's something sinister about love
I love to sin I love love!
Pour her cup she getting drunk
I feel like Jordan when he dunks
Cause honestly I look at these boys like they are dumb
I love my 30 round drum in this gun!
Kel-Tec PMR blows lungs...
Have you ever felt apart from your own heart?
Sometimes I want to tell that love isn't true
Stare down the barrel of the .38 I'm aiming at you
Sometimes I really want to tell you that love isn't true
I need a minute with this gun
I don't want to see the sun...

Don't you tell me where I can go?
I will never worry bout a nigga keep my Glock and roll
Molly got her touching toes
She ate my dick like sloppy joe!
I came with a Blick and its 6 6 sticks!

Cause that's a real slick bitch
You know she's down when she running this lick
I've been running out of them houses
I'm so tired of doing this shit
But I'm not tired of getting this
CAKE
Percocet fire away
It's not far away
It's not far away



Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence James
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