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Joey BADA$$( Joey BADASS )
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FromdaTomb$ (feat. Chuck Strangers)
[Intro]
(Go Brooklyn) So what it's like Joey Badass, Chuck Strangers Leave niggas endangered It's the real, yo what's the word word? Pass the herbs Check
[Verse 1 - Joey Bada$$]
My man Dirty had the buddha just to put me in my right mind I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines Cite dimes, it's like closed eyes, I'm slight soapa Ma you ain't that gold at giving throat so, bye F it I'm bi-polar, took shorty to the backroom Play charades, she actin like a vacuum Showed her to the door before the afternoon She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she'll be back soon Fake MC's get their reps ruined Young villain hop up on the track in the check room Click-clack-boom, resurrecting Boom-Bap from the tombs Raps dope like crack and cacoons Back in this mood, back on the move It's the motherfucking real, nigga chill act cool Pay respect to the cat drool And I'm way too blessed to be throwing shots at you
[Hook]
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
[Verse 2 - Chuck Strangers]
I'm tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life Just remember home boy there ain't no free way to life My nigga it's gon' cost you, try not to lose your soul To the rims, hoes, and gold Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain't letting go And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong I know how to write these songs I know how to light these bongs I know how to rip thongs And I'm pretty good at beer pong, nigga I'm so crazy, nigga I'm loco Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor Put tree out the door, Vroom vroom skeeeet Bitch love don't live here no more Cause her weave low, faking in the Louie bag Weak chick I tried the bag, had another turn me down Heard this song and turned around Now she want me to unzip her pants But I'm gone, bitch missed your chance
[Hook]
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
[Verse 3 - Joey Bada$$]
I got sick of class, started making classics Now all I really do is get the grass lit [...]
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