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Oh my, look what we got
Three boss players chillin in one spot
It’s Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe
And then — it’s whoa-whoa-whoa
Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh
I gotta be «The Flyest» like my homie from Q-B
Niggas know the Don be the sickest with jewelry
Niggas seen the TS piece, and got they weight up
Do you see the size of this charm, Mr. Jacob
Nigga get your cake up, wanna get bling’d out
Whether sky-blue or chinchill, I’m minked out
Down in Miami, bitches say they love me
Niggas gettin mad cause the bitches wanna fuck me
Always lend an ear when they man ain’t listenin'
Put something mean in they ear to glisten
Put 'em in the kitchen, let 'em get they bake on
Love it how your ass fallin out of the apron
We be makin love on the side of the road
In the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed
You know how it go, we be laid back puffin the dro
Then it’s back to the crib down on Coconut Grove
Youuuu know
Okay, hold up baby sweetie, lady darling
It’s the, way you treat me; wait nah
It’s the way I tap that last, she callin me pat that back
Ah dios mios when I smack that ass
It’s that, pimped out demeanor
She pimped out with Senior, it’s the good limp without the Nina
How I spit the 'caine game like I came from Yale
How the cops can’t hold me, my name is bail
She tryna get up now, and zip to white-on-white Uptowns
To that white from Uptown that got her like what now
Got her try to wine-dine, grind a little what now
Got her with a eye on eye in every club now
How I’m on the street with the steel
How I ain’t gotta play the role; I’m bein myself, just keepin it real
Is it cause I’m giving her somethin that she could feel
Or how I get that change or is it just that name — JOEY!
Me and you.
Yo' momma and you girlfriends too.
We can take this to recharge.
And maybe we can do a menáge — haha
It ain’t shit, man my life’s a movie
Keep your mom bitches, man I fuck me a groupie
She let a nigga beat it the back of the staircase
All the bitch need is a blunt and a Pelle, if that
Dudes wonder why I’m M.I.A
It’s cause I’m back real quiet on the back of the bike in M-I-A
You can get up out that Hyundai boo
Lookin like she off the runway too
Meet me at the crib you can come straight through
Never shoes or pumps
Straight boots like she strip at Sue’s Rendezvous
But oops? come cool with it, what you want do with it
Joe ma, remember the name and get used to it