Nah Joey Vantes (Ft. nobigdyl.)
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[Chorus: Joey Vantes]
Nah, he ain't the one‚ give him a year and he done
Hopped on the track and I run
I came up‚ now they tryna switch it up like
(Huh)
Took them blocks and laid them‚ built up my own city
(Now I run it)
You just mad I got the culture ridin' with me, like
Nah, he ain't the one‚ give him a year and he done
Hopped on the track and I run
I came up, now they tryna switch it up like
(Huh)
Took them blocks and laid them, I built up my city
(Now I run it)
You just mad I got the culture ridin' with me
[Verse 1: Joey Vantes]
Ayy‚ I secured a bag
God directs my feet, when you shut the door, that's a favor you is doing me
See I just took my time, never rush, built my catalog
(All on my)
All on my own dime, when you weren't tryin' to tag along
Now people out here marchin' like a lackin' 'cause they know that He's real
Lately I've been grabbin', catch me mobbin' in that Coupe DeVille
Moment I hit that gas, bro it's a smash, I know they call it a high crime
I look and laugh, tell 'em to scat, never be eekin' on your lawn (Nah, nah)
Bookoo milk inside my Fruit Loops, my team move, different than you do
You might catch a couple boo-boos, elbows up I'm in my cre-ew
Ayy, I got a touch of the classy
(Yeah)
I'm goin' fancy, why would you pass, I told you the song was catchy
(I told you so)
Nah, he ain't the one‚ give him a year and he done
Hopped on the track and I run
I came up‚ now they tryna switch it up like
(Huh)
Took them blocks and laid them‚ built up my own city
(Now I run it)
You just mad I got the culture ridin' with me, like
Nah, he ain't the one‚ give him a year and he done
Hopped on the track and I run
I came up, now they tryna switch it up like
(Huh)
Took them blocks and laid them, I built up my city
(Now I run it)
You just mad I got the culture ridin' with me
[Verse 1: Joey Vantes]
Ayy‚ I secured a bag
God directs my feet, when you shut the door, that's a favor you is doing me
See I just took my time, never rush, built my catalog
(All on my)
All on my own dime, when you weren't tryin' to tag along
Now people out here marchin' like a lackin' 'cause they know that He's real
Lately I've been grabbin', catch me mobbin' in that Coupe DeVille
Moment I hit that gas, bro it's a smash, I know they call it a high crime
I look and laugh, tell 'em to scat, never be eekin' on your lawn (Nah, nah)
Bookoo milk inside my Fruit Loops, my team move, different than you do
You might catch a couple boo-boos, elbows up I'm in my cre-ew
Ayy, I got a touch of the classy
(Yeah)
I'm goin' fancy, why would you pass, I told you the song was catchy
(I told you so)
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