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Joe Life Of The Party

Lost My Winning Ticket To Lotto Still Everytime I Raise My Glass I Try To Drink Away My Past To The World I Might Appear To Be The Life Of The Party

Lost My Winning Ticket To Lotto Still Everytime I Raise My Glass I Try To Drink Away My Past To The World I Might Appear To Be The Life Of The Party

I Lost My Winning Ticket To Lotto Still Everytime I Raise My Glass I Try To Drink Away My Past To The World I Might Appear To Be The Life Of The Party

so dark and me hat so low Me never ever ask to become solo Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so cold (Me come and say) [Verse 1 - Fat Joe

Had a drive for a drive for Rodeo She spent pesos on those Lebeaus Spin class at the gym, strip tease on a pole She was so obsessed with her body and clothes To every party

change gunna make the millions low the millions after the trillions no I didn't have a good home life concentratin on me take a look at your own life

Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a million to life Thug for life, forever eyein' the kid '89 stick-up kid, King of New York Regulation party, daddy hard

Party's all around me like it's Gotti on the scene Your money NBA, NFL all legal My niggas on the block going hard pumpin' diesel However do you want it, Joe

die Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got juice? When you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose KRS-One will fuck up parties dramatically