lirik lagu k!ng jø$!ah - ain’t your average joe
three~three~zero sh~t, huh? three~three~zero b~tch, huh
okay, i ain’t your average joe
i don’t rock designer clothes
punch yo n~gga in the face
now he got a bl~~dy nose
left his homie in the ditch
watched his body decompose
got the ice up on my wrist
and i’m bout to make it snow
they say i can’t f~cking rap
nah that’s bullsh~t, cut the cap
hit the drills and run some trap
bout to blow up off the map
i’m the sprinter on your team
better watch out for the beam
all these n~ggas see is red
but i’m chasing f~cking green
n~gga, you a f~cking fiend
for the f~cking nicotine
pull up on your f~cking homie
leave a bl~~dy murder scene
on some k!ller sh~t like scream
and we smoking russian cream
n~gga, i don’t need a queen
cause i pop out like a screen
looking like a f~cking meme
i don’t mean to be obscene
boutta bust your f~cking spleen
i’m the demon in your dreams
n~gga, i don’t give a d~mn
what you f~ckers think i am
run this b~tch like uncle sam
going hard in for the fam
all this heat, i need a fan
chopper gonna, hit your man
b~tch, i’m fly like peter pan
burn these n~ggas like the klan
save the day like spider~man
i ain’t got no f~cking plans
hit a l!ck and then i ran
that’s where all this sh~t began
see me in the streets, you are in danger
danger, n~gga, you don’t know me
i’m a stranger, stranger
i got all the power like a ranger, ranger
snapping on this beat, i made a banger, banger
get the f~ck up off me, hoe
b~tch, i’m running to the store
shoot a n~gga f~cking dead
let his body hit the floor
underground just like a mole
imma steal your f~cking soul
b~tch, i ain’t no f~cking troll
how i pull up with the pole?
b~tch, i’m always whipping bowls
shooting bullets, leaving holes
pull up to my f~cking crib
n~gga, you can’t get a hold
k!lling beats that’s already sold
make no profit, but i’m bold
all this sh~t i could’ve told
i won’t bend or ever fold
make this sh~t sound really old
think i got a f~cking cold
when i pull up with a stick
hit your n~gga with the bl!ck
all these n~ggas talking sh~t
imma bust your f~cking lip
rocking red just like a blood
when i pull up to your crib
n~gga, i don’t f~ck around
y’all just listen to the sound
put your homie in the pound
leave him looking like a clown
b~tch, i’m bout to go to town
had to put your shooter down
i’m the king, i stole his crown
left his body on the ground
i don’t got no one to please
b~tch, i do this sh~t with ease
and i’m flowing like some grease
got her begging on her knees
i’m a nappy~headed n~gga
running through the f~cking streets
n~ggas want the f~cking smoke
i told them pull up to the sheetz
like chase bank, i got big bucks
i ride around in my brinks truck
got a middle finger, give no f~cks
you broke n~ggas, you outta luck
count the money, yeah, add it up
i’m a bulldog you a pup
bankrupt, you gon’ get f~cked
i’m hitting n~ggas like hockey pucks
i just chased the bag, n~gga, you already know
pull up on your b~tch
then i’m flexing on your hoe
i just bought a strap
leave your n~gga on the floor
if a n~gga want some beef
then we going toe to toe
ay, yuh, b~tch, we going toe to toe
i’m the realest n~gga
run it back, i run the show
shout out to my n~ggas
reppin’ double three~zero
stuntin’ on these n~ggas
cuz i make this sh~t explode
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