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JOEY BADA$$ Little Rachel

Welcome to thecleanveggie lyrics JOEY BADA$$ Little Rachel Lyrics, singer by JOEY BADA$$

uh uh
uh uh uh uh
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I swear this shit ain’t right uh uh uh uh

I don’t even know you and I hate you
All I know is that my moms used to date you
I hate the motherfucking God that fucking made you
I take that back, sorry Lord but fuck him I’m thankful
Think about it, I could’ve of been your little angel
Tuck me in at night’s and help me with my times tables
And read me fables, I swear this shit is painful
I hope you in jail, niggas ripping up your anal

That’s little Rachel, 5’4 eyes hazel
She the type to sell sex for them labels
She so confused, niggas zipping down her pants
She like What to do?
She won’t refuse, cause she don’t want them blacks and blues
On her eyes, for they have seen so many lies
So many times, and cried so many cries
She got dreams, wanna be seen on the movie screen
Live out in Hollywood, and act like it’s probably good
And she probably could, she probably would
But she stuck in the hood
Mama’s on crack, jobs ain’t calling her back
She fading away into the black
Into the darkness, her baby brother half retarded
And the land-lord want them out of the apartment
By April, and it’s like April
She don’t deserve this she’s sweeter than maple
Since the cradle, she wanna leave
You see she can but she’s just not able

That’s little Rachel
That’s little Rachel
That’s little Rachel

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JOEY BADA$$ Curry Chicken

Welcome to thecleanveggie lyrics JOEY BADA$$ Curry Chicken Lyrics, singer by JOEY BADA$$

[Skit:]
Like Oh he’s broke! I told you he was broke! I told you he ain’t got no money , or you know this and that or whatever whatever. Then you’ll see some other people, you’ll put that you’re here in this house, Oh Joey done made it! He bought a crib! He this, he that . So it’s all a story. It’s a perception that people make for you, along the way. So it’s not really what it necessarily is at any point or given at time, and that’s the thing that concerns me

[Intro:]
Break it down
We break it down like
Joey Bad he break it down like
My nigga Fly he break it down like
My nigga Statik break it down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1-2 [x4]
Alright [x4]
Uh

[Verse 1:]
First things first is I been rehearsing these verses
In hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself afloat
But I know one day I’m earning me some platinum and some gold
And all them labels could just reimburse this dick in they throat
And tell my mama Oh no, your purses will never run low
No more cause back when I was four, and we was poor
You would purchase the store
So here I go, your little man has got to grow
I’m walking out the door
My mama just be smiling, cause she know
I got my back and got her worried
Only thing she ask is that I hurry
Home in time for Christmas for some dinner
Seen you on TV again, boy you lookin’ thinner
But you lookin’ like a winner, aye

[Hook:]
You got to give to get and then you give back
You got to give to get and then you give back
You got to give to get and then you give back
Then you give back, then you, then you give back

[Verse 2:]
Worst thing worse, I could’ve been stealing your purse
Or just been, putting in work and leaving niggas in the dirt
But ever since birth I knew I would be something on this Earth
So now I spit that dope, that shit be hittin’ ya nerve
And to my Papa my word is my bond
When you held me in your arms
Did you know along that a star was born?
Then you named me Jo-Vaughn, now that name ring alarms
Nearly 20 years later we on a plane to The Palms

[Bridge:]
I gotcha back and got her worried
Only thing I ask is for some Curry
Chicken when we land we eatin’ dinner
Mama seen me on TV again lookin’ thinner
But I’m lookin’ like a winner, aye

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
[x2]
Break it down

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JOEY BADA$$ Trap Door

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[Intro:]
I went over to her house on Sunday morning.
Her moms had just gone to church…

[Hook:]
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Shit, my eyes low

[Verse:]
It’s only one way this can work out
Drop down, I’m a give you twenty if you scurred out
You scurred now, call me the drill sergeant
Charge in the apartment like a charger compartment
I’m in the walls now, I’m wired up
So now the higher up is trying to quiet us, uh
Smoking on land, lord I light it up
Just gettin fired up, now she coming like a fire truck
She threw the towel in, score for me oh for she
Cause she keep howlin’ we showdown like shaolin
Slow down for an hour then, sink it deep into the shallow end
How you like beef girl? Keep swallowing
Your food, I’m following your mood and it’s blue and me too
But I can’t lie like I blew this green on you
I blew it on the purple fume and I know I read your mind, right
You’re bright, you want green of all types like limelight
Balance is the kiwi fused in the tunes
Third eye sight, she rodent the car with three blind mice
They chase cheese and don’t think twice
And for that, some niggas in the cut get sliced, she looking back
Now, cause she ain’t met a nigga as real in the back
Down as shack she throw it back for that, willingly
She hope I catch children
But the mag sheilding, in other words I wrap feelings

Yeah Joey that cat killin’, villain
I capture the cat in the trap, a door she sealing
From sicilians to Miss Millins, to miss missin’ [x2]

I keep it lit till I’m burnt out
Could tell a chick bye look at how she turned out [x4]

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JOEY BADA$$ Big Dusty

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[Hook 1:]
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
(Check it out y’all, check, check, check, check it out y’all)
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
(Check it out y’all, check, check, check, check it out y’all)
Check my style, check, check, check it out

[Verse 1:]
Fuck jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot
Soak me up like a mop, Know I’m up, know there’s levels
Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the memo
Pulling strings like Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow
I came up out of the tomb, don?t drop a L
Uh, you don’t want to see the evils, which I dwell in hell
To excel, this shit never fails, always excels
They been swallowing sons before the double XL
Sex cell, ex ask why it never work out
I guess I exercise too much when I work out
Shows too turnt out return home burnt out
Now I got to hear all the shit that you heard ’bout
Can I live? What, these niggas want me off a bridge?
If I say it’s turnt down, do I burn that shit?
Truth is, if it ain’t real, I don’t feel it
If it don’t hit my spirit, I don’t get near it
And that’s point blank period, know some niggas that fear it
Same niggas who know that we the illest
Lines so deep a great shark is what I reel up
Hit the flow and it can’t go realer, my whole camp gorillas, nigga

[Hook 2:]
(Check, check, check it out)
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don’t jack my style
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don’t jack my style
Jack, jack, jack it out
(Check, check, it out)

[Verse 2:]
I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro’s, realest illest niggas I know
See these foes biting the flows, they even jooks the pose
I guess my CD really shaking the coast
Cause this really be the year that I feast, capisce?
Nothing defeats the beast, I speak my piece
Know niggas in the streets that heat seek for me, release and squeeze
Might put a Halloween between your spleen
Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green, know what I mean?
Shit it’s like taking candy from the babies
All of these rappers are just a bunch of Now and Laters
They too sweet, plus they lease their Mercedes
Can’t be second greatest, I’m the best and def your favorite
My flow in-depth nigga, I got my wave up
It’s either get your tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor
Cause if I can’t eat, then you can’t either
I need to know, need the pizza dough fuck I’m spitting ether for?

[Bridge:]
Yeah nigga
Reigning rap supreme in this bitch
Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
What the fuck you gon’ do when the Era come for you?

[Hook 3 – x2:]
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don’t jock my style

[Verse 3:]
And I’m from the blocks where they sell
Cell blocks rock my mental
See them fake thugs that you see before can’t even spell
My flows filled with words you can’t pronounce, stories you can’t tell

[Outro:]
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
(Check it out y’all, check, check, check, check it out y’all)
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
(Check it out y’all, check, check, check, check it out y’all)
Check my style, check, check, check it out

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JOEY BADA$$ This Feelin’

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[Verse 1]
Never used to like waking up in the morning
Because I always thought school was boring
But now that seemed to all change
And now that feels a little strange that you
You be on my mind constantly
And baby I will marry you, honestly
If I didn’t have a ring on this lyric
Music got my heart, but baby you can have my spirit
Girl hear it, Here it goes, Here it is
We should get away and have a hundred kids
I want to introduce you to my mom
We double like seven and James, that’s how we bond
Together, Fly together, Ride together
Let’s be together for good and better
Yeah [x4]

[Hook x2]
This feeling that I’m feeling (is love)
This feeling that I’m feeling (is drugs)
This feeling that I’m feeling (cause I’m addicted)
You got me lifted

[Verse 2]
Uh, I can’t exactly explain it
This feeling inside it pain and
Day by day my love is gaining
I spun a bottle and now it’s you it’s aiming
Like can’t you see girl?
We deep in love, like can’t you see world?
Yeah, yeah

Ain’t nothing gonna break us apart
Even if it does, you still got that place in my heart
You make a nigga feel special and shit
Take away all my pain, I feel mellow and shit
I swear you got that touch, Swear they ain’t stopping us
Swear there ain’t nothing above, Girl give me some love
Yeah, yeah, yeah [x4]

[Hook]

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JOEY BADA$$ Run Up On Ya

Welcome to thecleanveggie lyrics JOEY BADA$$ Run Up On Ya Lyrics, singer by JOEY BADA$$

[Intro – Joey BADA$$:]
Yeah, run up on ya bitch like
Probably run up on ya bitch like

[Verse 1 – Joey BADA$$:]
Lord, can I get a bad bitch?
High class whip, be above the average
Headed north west, that two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be back into this action
No time to relax, I need someone to count this cash with
That match with, give me what I’m askin’
The lady in the streets appear beast on that mattress
That’s it, you’re the only one I’m trying to mack with
But you could be a liability or fat (ass)et
How real is that ass miss? Bend that shit backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the pussy like a password
Bet that pussy’s last word is master
Ask her, roll my rocker til I made that astronaut
That’s NASA thought, be that young fly, nasty one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you can’t catch me slipping, hon

[Hook – Elle Varner:]
So let’s just ride away
We could die today
Got no time to waste
So just roll with me, baby
Ride or die
Always by your side
Until the end of time
Driving me crazy

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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JOEY BADA$$ Satellite

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[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
And I guess it’s my turn to shine
The bright light I was starin’ at turn lime
And the green stuff turned to slime, and grime
Everybody want to be your blood cousin
When you’re buzzing
Fine, I give ’em my other line, another line
Word to mother, I’m goosed up
My two fucks
Two cups, another dubiant entr?e
She fell in that Bombay, now she tumble dry lingerie
Chardonnay nothing but the bottle of emotion
But the love potion when it sprays
And they just caught up in the days
Let me show you how I feel these Jays
The cheese stays high like Dr. J
My flow is like land the boats, dock the planes
He ain’t do dope but cop the chains
For more feens (morphines), some antidote to stop the pain
Now my stream floods these streets
They can’t stop the rain

All right I need them back
To blast, to blast me out of sight
Like a satellite
Vibe all night
A satellite

[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers]
I take a day off
Let the trees take some weight off
My mental’s just a fact, Bannon’s got the instrumental
I keep niggas on their toes
So you got creases in your Forces
My verses they’re important, yo your verses they are boring
I am not of this Earth bro
I’m a satellite that’s bound to fight
But we’re down to light, ‘n light the fuck up

Vibe all night

[Verse 3: Kirk Knight]
As I roll the die
Like my first drink was just the brink of a crooked eye
But don’t blame the ice for the I U KEL
Oh God couldn’t see past ’em
If his name is puff pass, no derive
Two dubs I got 40 on my hit list
Just smoking drinks both the broken in-glass like old English
Are you good bro?
Is your eyes dilated from the kush ‘n Nuvo?
This new for the life
Like a Nubian with the doobie cold eyes
Better smell the coffee I’m a coughing
That means I’m sick widdit, spit it out
Kill it like airborne diseases
Is this why the rap game is this easy?
Like please eat your vegetables
So I took a dose of the edible
Ain’t an overdose
Already a rap monster fucking overload
Hopping up on stepping stones
So we making stepping stones
Turn up that tichrome
Be back to introduce
This is Messiah and the eyes are hopeless
Please open my divide eyes through the world flex

This ship
Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump?
No disrespect, that’s my man full of pump
Don’t this ship
Don’t this ship
Don’t this ship
To blast, to blast me out of sight like a satellite
Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump?
No disrespect, that’s my man full of pump
Don’t this ship
Don’t this ship
Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump?

[Verse 4: Dessy Hinds]
Syrup sounder
Come and hear blunt-smoking philosopher
Smoking with a joint to get you open like a chakra
No time for the roster in this rap game
Go lead the way, let them lead the way
And niggas know where they need to play
Freeing the ways to amplify the idealect
So another with shot
Since the project days
Like I was iron with tech
Kept the eye on the text
Make ’em see my eye in the Lex
Give her my blood sweat
And I ain’t injecting selecting the soul
Cause my body and soul can’t be re and stole
Special with the flow to make Niagara fall
It’s over for the systematic rapper robotics
Crashing my logic
These niggas hooked on hooks and Hooked on Phonics
Well hook don’t phonics and the pocket get ’em hooked on chronic
Cause pain conditions from the page conditions
Racing like Sonic inhaling the tonic
They couldn’t grade my brain in a college
Feens providing rockets for your mind like Jesus behind it
So we had to squeeze in knowledge
To pile it when the green sees wallet
Anything to let the green seize wallet
Taking forever and a century with sentence speeds
Like a penitentiary to build cell blocks to block your memory
Catch me on the enemy’s territory
Telling terrible story with a terror
The Era ends with a good night story

Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump?
No disrespect, that’s my man full of pump
Don’t this ship
Don’t this ship
Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump?

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