Information
Album Name
Big Dusty
Artist
Joey Bada$$
Genre
랩/힙합
Release Date
2014.08.05
Release Agency
Sony Music
Original

Big Dusty - Joey Badass
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 my style
check check check it out
Check it out y'all
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
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
Jack jack jack it out
Jack my style
Jack jack jack it out
Don't jack my style
Jack jack jack it out
Check my style
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
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
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
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
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
Check my style
check check check it out
check check it out

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