My Theme [Brazilian Phonk Version] None Like Joshua (Ft. Knight of Breath, Matteo Leonetti & Tyler Clark)
[Verse 1: None Like Joshua]
Went from picking pockets, now the pockets packing diamonds
Ain't no pied piper if I'm pushing P with my friends
Pistol from my partner, ops are pissing pants, silence
Please, that's the golden experience you'll be finding
Gangstar drip, see the gang so stylish
JoJo Pose like we fashion designing
Gangstar's paradise - how I'm spending life when
I never let 'em know my next move, bitch, I win
You say ciao, he say arrivederci
Body zipped up in a bag if you dare me
What I got planned? Keep it tucked like a spare key
Put holes in your head, you can check out my hairpiece
Obrigado I say when I turn money to money trees
Like a lotto, she love it when I can move with my feet
And the way we model, only keeping it moving for the dream
And that's the motto, sorry that your ass had put me to sleep
Like wine bottles I'm just trying to get in all of the cheese
And run the mob though, mom's spaghetti on my sweater already
Flowing like Marshall if he was Italiano and pronto up on the beat
Dripping with pink sauce, yo
[Pre-Chorus: None Like Joshua & Knight of Breath]
Try to outdo this
But, bitch, you know it's useless
Here's an offer, can't refuse it
Get dropped when you hear the music, go
Get dropped, get dropped
When you hear the music, go
Get dropped, get dropped
When you hear the music, go
Went from picking pockets, now the pockets packing diamonds
Ain't no pied piper if I'm pushing P with my friends
Pistol from my partner, ops are pissing pants, silence
Please, that's the golden experience you'll be finding
Gangstar drip, see the gang so stylish
JoJo Pose like we fashion designing
Gangstar's paradise - how I'm spending life when
I never let 'em know my next move, bitch, I win
You say ciao, he say arrivederci
Body zipped up in a bag if you dare me
What I got planned? Keep it tucked like a spare key
Put holes in your head, you can check out my hairpiece
Obrigado I say when I turn money to money trees
Like a lotto, she love it when I can move with my feet
And the way we model, only keeping it moving for the dream
And that's the motto, sorry that your ass had put me to sleep
Like wine bottles I'm just trying to get in all of the cheese
And run the mob though, mom's spaghetti on my sweater already
Flowing like Marshall if he was Italiano and pronto up on the beat
Dripping with pink sauce, yo
[Pre-Chorus: None Like Joshua & Knight of Breath]
Try to outdo this
But, bitch, you know it's useless
Here's an offer, can't refuse it
Get dropped when you hear the music, go
Get dropped, get dropped
When you hear the music, go
Get dropped, get dropped
When you hear the music, go
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