Joey BadASS - Norwegian Breakfast lyrics

rate me

One time

Shout my nigger Baggier on this one

I'm sorry my niggers Baggier on this one

If you could see the world

Through my corneas

The corner of my eye

I block out the erroneous

Sometimes I wish they made

These contacts with euphoria

Then maybe I could bear

To open my list more accordingly

Underage kids poor

George and Porgy

And get grooved up

Till four in the morning

With four tenderloins off on orgy

At the crack of dawn

Get the crack at the Don Corleone

And I'm feeling like

I got it made man

They smell the debate all on me

And ask what you made man?

But that don't really count

If you ain’t saving

They enslaving my people

Straight to the grave and

Minimum wage at war

Ask what we fighting for

Need more?

Sure of course

You grab a piece of the pie

Three point one four

One fifty nine lives hit the floor

And break celestial wars per second

And these niggers think it's rap

That got me stressing

It's about to be a rap

When I pick

The Smith and Wesson up

Cause these words ain't enough

To be defending us

But I try I try

Niggers think it's rap

That got me stressing

I try I try

An eye for an eye

Make the world go round

An eye for a guy

Make your girl go down

She sip the shit like it's liquor

But coming out my god body

It’s like elixir

She trying to pole all night

If you trying to prolong

My dick and shit

I give it to her quick

That’s a sad predicament

I swear I ain’t predicting shit

She said it taste magnificent

Sour like piffle but sweet

Like black licorice

Bitches money and weed

Same shit just ignorance

But how you expect me to act?

Less black less niggerish?

Fuck that money

Control all my niggers shit

And the white man

Stay trying to get a nigger rich

And turn us on each other

Like what we fighting for?

Need more whores

Another Porsche of course

Just grab a piece of the pie

3.14 one fifty-nine

Dimes on this floor

And break they jaw

Make that cuss applause per second

If only these niggers know

It's rapping that got me stressing

Bitches popping off

Like my Smith and Wesson

Cause I try I try

Cause I try I try

You ain't trying hard enough

Ain't trying hard enough