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Joey Badass - One Of Us Lyrics



Joey Badass - One Of Us Lyrics
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(Make up your mind, make up your mind) uh, yeah
(Where all the things you told me, baby?) (Statik Selektah)
(Was it true or was it a lie?) Look, make your mind, baby
Rollie on my wrist and I ain't got time, baby
Gotta shine, baby (make up your mind)
Uh

I know they wishin' they was one of us (what?)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (yeah)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (right)
I know I got my money right, so I'm actin' up, what? (Yeah)

I know they wishin' they was one of us (what?)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (what? What?)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (yeah)
I know I talk a lot of shit
'Cause I can back it up, nigga, what? (Hold up)

Bitch, I'm the boss like Hugo
Pockets full of blue notes, walkin' industry loophole
Realest nigga that you know
Known around my city like that nigga Cuomo
Catch me in Bocca Cucina eatin' all the crudo
She need a nigga who gon' keep it low, won't let the crew know
Venus in Sagittarius, but I took her to pluto
I got a gold soul, not that Acapulco
She throw it I'ma knock it out the park like Albert Pujols (it's outta here)
Good fella rockin' a sky dweller (yeah)
Got street dreams of bein' richer than a Rockefeller (yeah)
I tell her, "It's whatever"
We can catch plans to dodge the bad weather
Alcantara soft in the Porsche until you feel this leather
In the Range Rover, condo on the river for the quick changeover
Got a AM and a PM whip
Only A-list R&B hunnies, who you see him with (facts)
Any rumors you heard about him, you should believe the shit
I pull up in the cleanest whip (uh)
Nike SBs in coordination with the GT3
Presi on the wrist look crisp, matchin' the steezus piece
Face card way too legit, don't even need ID (nope)
Basketball Wives on my dick, I give 'em tenacious D (ballin')
From BK to the Bay, we run them numbers up
'Bout to lap you niggas again, they runnin' out of luck (what?)
Been up on top of my game, niggas can't stunt on us
Me and June one in the same f*ckin' the summers up (right)

I know they wishin' they was one of us (one of us)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (yeah)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (yeah)
I know I got my money right, so I'm actin' up, what? (Yeah)

I know they wishin' they was one of us (what?)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (what? What?)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (right)
I know I talk a lot of shit
'Cause I can back it up, nigga, what?

Nigga, this that go insane, nigga, kill mode
Pyrex in the kitchen workin' two stoves, uh, yeah
Emerged from the dirt, had to make a way
It was dark days, now it's better ways (numbers)
Used to wash cars, go to matinées
Now I'm pullin' out a hundred just to go and play
I'm the type to let a bad bitch walk away
'Cause that ain't my main focus, I'm on bigger things
Might get her hair done, let her drive the Porsche (what else?)
Ten thousand in my sock and I'm rockin' shorts, uh
Choose up, I got my life in order
Slide through BK in the drop with Joey (good job)
I told baby I'm a different breed
Don't be chasin' me, shit, should be chasin' he
In Philly with Wallo, eating a Philly cheese
We livin' a life niggas would not believe

I know they wishin' they was one of us
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up
I know I got my money right, so I'm actin' up, what?

I know they wishin' they was one of us
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up
I know I talk a lot of shit
'Cause I can back it up, nigga, what?

Yo, what up?
(You ain't seen my text?)
Who is this?
(You don't know me)
(I just was, I was just on my girl's phone)
(And I saw she has you saved as "Rapper")
(And I recognized it's like a New York number)
(So, are you Joey?)
Well, yeah, it is, it is I, yeah, it's me
(I'm seriously considering proposing to this girl this weekend)
(Bought a ring, did the whole nine yards, everything)
So, what you asking me, bro?
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(Make up your mind, make up your mind) uh, yeah
(Where all the things you told me, baby?) (Statik Selektah)
(Was it true or was it a lie?) Look, make your mind, baby
Rollie on my wrist and I ain't got time, baby
Gotta shine, baby (make up your mind)
Uh

I know they wishin' they was one of us (what?)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (yeah)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (right)
I know I got my money right, so I'm actin' up, what? (Yeah)

I know they wishin' they was one of us (what?)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (what? What?)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (yeah)
I know I talk a lot of shit
'Cause I can back it up, nigga, what? (Hold up)

Bitch, I'm the boss like Hugo
Pockets full of blue notes, walkin' industry loophole
Realest nigga that you know
Known around my city like that nigga Cuomo
Catch me in Bocca Cucina eatin' all the crudo
She need a nigga who gon' keep it low, won't let the crew know
Venus in Sagittarius, but I took her to pluto
I got a gold soul, not that Acapulco
She throw it I'ma knock it out the park like Albert Pujols (it's outta here)
Good fella rockin' a sky dweller (yeah)
Got street dreams of bein' richer than a Rockefeller (yeah)
I tell her, "It's whatever"
We can catch plans to dodge the bad weather
Alcantara soft in the Porsche until you feel this leather
In the Range Rover, condo on the river for the quick changeover
Got a AM and a PM whip
Only A-list R&B hunnies, who you see him with (facts)
Any rumors you heard about him, you should believe the shit
I pull up in the cleanest whip (uh)
Nike SBs in coordination with the GT3
Presi on the wrist look crisp, matchin' the steezus piece
Face card way too legit, don't even need ID (nope)
Basketball Wives on my dick, I give 'em tenacious D (ballin')
From BK to the Bay, we run them numbers up
'Bout to lap you niggas again, they runnin' out of luck (what?)
Been up on top of my game, niggas can't stunt on us
Me and June one in the same f*ckin' the summers up (right)

I know they wishin' they was one of us (one of us)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (yeah)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (yeah)
I know I got my money right, so I'm actin' up, what? (Yeah)

I know they wishin' they was one of us (what?)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (what? What?)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (right)
I know I talk a lot of shit
'Cause I can back it up, nigga, what?

Nigga, this that go insane, nigga, kill mode
Pyrex in the kitchen workin' two stoves, uh, yeah
Emerged from the dirt, had to make a way
It was dark days, now it's better ways (numbers)
Used to wash cars, go to matinées
Now I'm pullin' out a hundred just to go and play
I'm the type to let a bad bitch walk away
'Cause that ain't my main focus, I'm on bigger things
Might get her hair done, let her drive the Porsche (what else?)
Ten thousand in my sock and I'm rockin' shorts, uh
Choose up, I got my life in order
Slide through BK in the drop with Joey (good job)
I told baby I'm a different breed
Don't be chasin' me, shit, should be chasin' he
In Philly with Wallo, eating a Philly cheese
We livin' a life niggas would not believe

I know they wishin' they was one of us
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up
I know I got my money right, so I'm actin' up, what?

I know they wishin' they was one of us
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up
I know I talk a lot of shit
'Cause I can back it up, nigga, what?

Yo, what up?
(You ain't seen my text?)
Who is this?
(You don't know me)
(I just was, I was just on my girl's phone)
(And I saw she has you saved as "Rapper")
(And I recognized it's like a New York number)
(So, are you Joey?)
Well, yeah, it is, it is I, yeah, it's me
(I'm seriously considering proposing to this girl this weekend)
(Bought a ring, did the whole nine yards, everything)
So, what you asking me, bro?
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Writer: Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Demetrius Shipps, Patrick Baril
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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