Trippie Redd – The Grinch Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, huh, life is like a motherfuckin’ dream (Like a dream)
Fill my double cup up with some lean (With some lean)
Yeah, put my dick in your bitch spleen (Bitch spleen)
Yeah, racks comin’ in evergreen (Evergreen)

[Chorus]
Yeah, hold up, let me pop my shit
Pussy nigga talkin’, we gon’ leave him in a ditch
I’ll kill my brother, pussy nigga, if he snitch
I was outside being bad with The Grinch
Nigga, bad with The Grinch

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, trapping out the motherfuckin’ Ritz
Yeah, moving bales, nigga, yeah, moving bricks
Fucking on his thot and that bitch a redbone (Redbone)
Yeah, yeah, put the bitch on (On)
I put niggas on like some motherfuckin’ cologne
Fuck nigga, yeah, I ain’t singing, Post Malone, uh
With the gang, we keep a .57 (Buh-buh)
And you know we keep some MAC-11s
I just love me some lethal weapons
Child of God, I’ll send your ass to heaven

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, huh, life is like a motherfuckin’ dream (Like a dream)
Fill my double cup up with some lean (With some lean)
Yeah, put my dick in your bitch spleen (Bitch spleen)
Yeah, racks comin’ in evergreen (Evergreen)

[Chorus]
Yeah, hold up, let me pop my shit
Pussy nigga talkin’, we gon’ leave him in a ditch
I’ll kill my brother, pussy nigga, if he snitch
I was outside being bad with The Grinch
Nigga, bad with The Grinch

Yelawolf – Bloody Sunday Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Yelawolf
Catfish Billy
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker
Brian Jones

[Verse]
Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody
Always been a body from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
Never been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an imitator
Drop another hot potato son
Take ’em back to feed my park
With Baby D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny’s Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain’t dead but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I’m
New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna need a haz-mat
Leaving these fuckers chewed up
Like a muskrat in a backpack
I’ll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain’t got to act black
I’ll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling your guts
You better cork your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like jerking off to my tunes
You willing to bet, I’ll make a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name just like a snot nose
You’ll be running, trying to escape what’s coming
But the exits blocked, you’re fucked, oh to be a woman
There’s only one Michael Wayne, there’s only one Klever
As for the other white boy from Gadsden (pst), whatever
You’re welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and I’ll surround you like circumferences
You build a house of hate around what I have brung to this
Game, I’ll make that place your home
Like the Sons of Mumford did
Lame, I’m all the way up, woke, turnt
You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burnt
Bitch I’m on fire like holiday nuts, holding firm
You want the go, I’m all the way buck, you’ll learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing
You could use an Uber, like a student pupil
I’m a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I’ma bruise your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall stupid
Who’s the man? Who’s the tutor?
Letters flying till the ghetto crying
The police are saying now, “Who’s the shooter?”
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten toes down up like a light pole
Middle finger up like a Black Rhino’s horn
I was born for the storm, I’m at home in a shit cyclone
Never let bygones be bygones
Rather I’d say, “See ya later, adios”, bitch
Rapping obese is just bygone
Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no wonder they can’t see me
Is this the guy that said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair, what the fuck
Hold up, G… easy
I can’t let this Tom Cruise lookin’ motherfucker just paddle by
Don’t know if I’m watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may have ignored you
But if you want the smoke, bring the foil
I’ll boil you till the kettle’s dry
Have a nice day suave
I’m a different breed, I’m a wolf, OK?
Got so many styles I could be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows some O.J poured in the glass
With your buttermilk pancakes
Mama’s little helper, daddy’s little bae
Put the bae bae kids in my Chevrolet
Brought the pepper spray and a banana for AKs
Bitch holler, “Mayday, mayday”
Then take it to the bank, it’s another payday
Oh you a baller, well take the ball and
Let me here kick that shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I’m permanently amazed
And your whiskey sucks, fuckin’ one sip
I wanted to go straight back to AA
Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don’t even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just because
Let’s see if he answers back
All that change, tits, and funk chill bill
And the cowboy boots and hats
Damn Postie, why can’t we be friends?
Our clothes already match
Poser, biter, appropriation thief
Give a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my tree
Boy you’re my seed, another mullet in the gang
With the teeth I see
I just picked a bone with Post Malone
And did it all on a Beastside beat
Dribble through the middle up
Crossover on ’em like I’m in the NBA
Look I don’t really give a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin’ in the pickup
Threw a middle finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon’ know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling over in his grave
Cause I’m a conductor anaconda
With the musical energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily something crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me something baby
No one’s playing, fuck you pay me

[Outro]
Trunk Muzik III

Preme – Jackie Chan (feat. Post Malone) lyrics

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Verse 1: Preme]
I think you got the wrong impression ’bout me, baby (’bout me, baby)
Just ’cause they heard what hood I’m from they think I’m crazy (they think I’m crazy)
Okay, well maybe just a little crazy (just a little)
‘Cause I admit I’m crazy ’bout that lady, yeah (oh)
Finger to the world, it’s fuck you, pay me (yeah, yeah)
I been slayin’ on the pussy ’cause I’m runnin’ out of patience
No more waitin’ no, no (ayy)
Bouncin’ like a yo-yo (ayy)
Livin’ life on fast forward but we fuck in slow mo’
You a fool (ayy)
I come through and rule (ayy)
I know how to do that (ayy)
Like I went to school for that (ayy)
Tell your man I don’t wanna keep you (no, no)
I just wanna bone (I do)
And if she fuck me tonight (she fuck me tonight)
She goin’ shopping tomorrow (shopping, baby)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Verse 2: Preme]
(Come through, come through)
Yo’ bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan, Chun-Li (come through)
Quick to book the ticket wild trip for free (for free)
Take you to my town, OT (I know you wanna)
Know it’s goin’ down, OD (yeah, yeah)
Drop top, how we rollin’ out in South Beach (yeah, yeah)
Love that Cali rollin’, this might be my destiny (yeah)
She want me to hit it, I guess dinner’s on me (I got you, babe)
Know I got the sauce like a fuckin’ recipe (ohh)
She just wanna do it for the ‘Gram (you know, you know)
She just want that money in my hands (I know, you know)
I’ma give it to her when she dance, dance, dance (ayy)
She gon’ catch a Uber out to Calabasas, oh

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Bridge: Post Malone & Both]
I can’t wait for the show, oh, oh
Got that good, yeah, I know, oh, oh
You should not be alone, oh, oh
All this drank got me throwed, oh, oh
Cup got me right
And I feel so alive, ayy
She don’t want the pain
She don’t wanna be no object
Just wanna stay out like
She just wanna sniff the white
Can’t tell her nothing, no
Can’t tell her nogthing, no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

Post Malone – 92 Explorer lyrics

[Intro]
Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
We got London On Da Track

[Verse 1]
Hunnid and twenty, come catch me
Forties inside of my belly
Shouldn’t be driving, I’m faded (skrt, yeah, yeah)
Rock that Nirvana, my favorite
Damn I forgot what her name is
She in the front seat head bangin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Money counter sound somethin’ like a chopper, chopper
Speakers system bumpin’, fuck your fuckin’ block up
Used to mock him, now his cars some Bentley mock-ups
Killer drop a call from lockup
If you buy that Echo, why you lyin’? You broke
Got a knot in my tote, get you smoke like a stove
Keep on ridin’ my coat, your new shit is a joke
Why you bitin’ my flows? What you tryna be, Post?

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin’
Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin’
Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin’
When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin’
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin’
Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin’
Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin’
When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin’

[Verse 2]
She used to shoppin’ at the mall (ooh)
I’ll teach lil baby how to ball
I hit Rodeo, spent like 40 G’s (wow)
Four hunnid pairs of Gucci socks
I lost all my friends, made a lot of foes
Made a lot of M’s, made a lot of O’s
Open up the safe, I’m just with the bros
Cop the 458, cost me 250
Man, look at all my ice (ice)
I hit your main thing twice (your main thing twice)
Take a word of advice (a word of advice)
Break up with that ho (ho)

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin’
Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin’
Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin’
When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin’
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin’
Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin’
Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin’
When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin’

[Bridge]
Cold wrist frozen
Got sacks, Goldman
Bought the bar, Roseanne
No joke, they ain’t playin’

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin’
Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin’
Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin’
When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin’
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin’
Ooh, yuck me up, I don’t want no romancin’
Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin’
When my whip start, then my wheels keep spinnin’

[Outro]
Yeah
We got London On Da Track

Post Malone – 40 Funk lyrics

[Chorus]
40 got me funky (funky)
I popped a molly (molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I’m Michael Jordan and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain’t got no worries (ain’t got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (kami)
Another 40
I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain’t got no worries

[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky (Stoney)

[Verse 1]
I popped a molly, switching lanes
I’ma pull up in this bitch, exotic (skrrt)
Lean in Sprite and gin in tonic
These bitches erotic
She just wanna get inside my motherfucking pocket (yeah)
Another 40, I should stop it (woah)
Two thousand ounces of this shit will make you feel like vomit
But I don’t mind it, I kinda like it
Young and wild
We killing shit, we live this shit
I ain’t go to school
They ask me how I live like this
I did my shit, 20 this year
And I’m only getting older ’til I’m in the dirt (I’m in the dirt)
How I hold a grudge with two 40’s all in my hand (all in my hand)
But pull up on me, try me, you can catch the fade my man
You and your friends

[Chorus]
40 got me funky (funky)
I popped a molly (molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I’m Michael Jordan and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain’t got no worries (ain’t got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (kami)
Another 40
I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain’t got no worries

[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky

[Verse 2]
Gimme the 40
So I can be cool, yeah
Pass me the molly, ayy
I wanna them too, no
I can’t get enough
Man, I’m popping them shits and I’m dropping them hits
The music, the liquor that’s why I exist
And the money, but let’s skip the obvious shit
Ain’t living too long if I’m living like this
Early morning waking up with the sweats
Going through shit I ain’t never forget
But nothing I do, will I ever regret
I need me that cheque, I need me that chronic
I don’t remember, tell me what’s my name?
Drinking, swerving in the other lane
Fucking zooted drinking acid rains

[Chorus]
40 got me funky (funky)
I popped a molly (molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I’m Michael Jordan and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain’t got no worries (ain’t got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (kami)
Another 40
I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain’t got no worries

[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky

Supreme Patty – Blah Blah ft. Big Win Lyrics

[Hook]
Bitch called my phone
She like blah, blah, blah
But i’m on the road, I’m like nah, nah, nah, nah
She like why, why, why, why
I’m like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like Post Malone with that Gra ta ta

[Verse 1]
I’m feeling like I’m up and I ain’t coming down
I don’t give no fucks so I can’t fuck around
Balling till I fall till summer comes around
I need me some commas and a couple pounds
I been smoking
I been blazing
I been thinking, I been sipping
Making plays in different ways
They will overcome the competition
You been hating, I been making observations
All yall fading
Cuz I don’t want no conversation
Obvious we not the same bitch
Fuck you mean it’s big [?]
Come to see the difference
Always on the move I keep the keys in the ignition
Like whoa, I ain’t never slow
Back on my bullshit, I’m just gassed up on the road
You already know

[Hook]
Bitch called my phone
She like blah, blah, blah
But i’m on the road, I’m like nah, nah, nah, nah
She like why, why, why, why
I’m like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like Post Malone with that Gra ta ta ta

They tryna take my throne
I’m like yeah, ha ha ha
I’m just in my zone
I feel like a rockstar
I been going hard and that shit is non stop
Woah, woah, woah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, we gassed up on the road and we ain’t moving slow
Never slowing down, just speeding up
Going so fast
In a Jaguar, like it’s Nascar
So we walk hard, we going crazy
Bad hoes all over me
Catch me on the tv like damn
Sitting back relaxing, i’m drinking man
All the fakes, they scheming
Talk now they tripping
But fuck life they living
Lil Xans at 18 you feening
Like these hoes you tweaking
Smoke weed till you sleeping

[Hook]
Bitch called my phone
She like blah, blah, blah
But i’m on the road, I’m like nah, nah, nah, nah
She like why, why, why, why
I’m like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like Post Malone with that Gratata

They tryna take my throne
I’m like yeah, ha ha ha
I’m just in my zone
I feel like a rockstar
I been going hard and that shit is non stop
Woah, woah, woah

Post Malone, Quavo & Metro Boomin – Congratulations (On Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)

[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the border, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I gotta play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)

Post Malone – White Iverson (Remix) (feat. French Montana & Rae Sremmurd)

[Intro: French Montana + Post Malone]
You know what it is when you hear that, haaaaan?
Double OT
Post Malone
I’m a new breed
Montana! Montana, haaan

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I’m surfin’, surfin’, I’m surfin’ on you
Wavy, I’m wavy, I’m wavy on you
Started from the block, yeah I was broke, I
Didn’t give me no choice but slingin’ that coca
Dealt with the hand I was dealt like poker
Came back with the 4, 5 like Michael Jordan, like Jordan
Started rappin’, they was laughin’
Bought a spaceship, bought a mansion, with J-Lo in the Hamptons
Now I’m dancin’, I bought me a crib with a lake
Purple drank like grape, bitch jump off like Blake
Diamonds lookin’ like steak
They ain’t gettin’ real money, since I was so young
Montana!

[Hook: Post Malone]
Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

[Verse 2: Post Malone]
Cigarettes and a headband
Commas, commas in my head, man
Slumped over like a dead man
Red and black, ’bout my bread, man
I’m the answer, never question
Lace up, learn a lesson
Bitch I’m saucin’, I do this often, don’t do no talkin’
My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans
I’m ballin’, money jumpin’
Like I’m Davis from New Orleans
Or bitch I’m Harden, I don’t miss nothin’
Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y’all can’t stand it
I have it, I’ll never pass it, I work my magic
High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy
It’s tragic, I make it happen, and all y’all Shaqtin’

[Pre-Hook: Post Malone]
White Iverson
When I started ballin’ I was young
You gon’ think about me when I’m gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook: Post Malone]
Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

[Verse 3: Slim Jimmy]
Yeah, Slim Jimmy
I spend it as I get it, I’m ballin’ with no limits
Fuck practice, I’m the illest livin’
Ain’t no games or gimmicks, I’m defyin’ physics
Flyin’ through the air, saucin’ with the hair, SKRRT SKRRT
Matte black Range, big diamond earrings
Keep a nigga on his game, I’m ballin’ like AI
Somewhere in LA, hot, secret Sunday, I
Blowin’ all the bank
Young, Iverson
When I started ballin’ I was young
I need that money like them rings I never won
I need that money for them rings I never won
SremmLife!

[Pre-Hook: Post Malone]
White Iverson
When I started ballin’ I was young
You gon’ think about me when I’m gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook: Post Malone]
Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

Joe Budden – Uncle Joe lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped “B.M.F.” and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, “what up?” all I hear is “Uncle Joe” in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of “White Iverson”
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga

Joe Budden – Uncle Joe (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped "B.M.F." and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, "what up?" all I hear is "Uncle Joe" in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of "White Iverson"
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga