B. Harris - Sloppy Joe lyrics

[Kwintell Speaking] I grew up without a meal...plain sloppy joe...so what I do? Add fresh dressing! [Hook 2x] Grew up no mill average joe was sloppy Spice up your chips hot sauce style, wasabi Angels beside me whisper that I'll be Future rich, po' haters, doubters copy [Verse One] Ha...now let me get up off that singing tip And stimulate the track wet, tongue finger it Those who doubted my coldness is feeling feverish Overtripled their limit cause I exceeded it Girls catch fever, staring at this Libra Slobbing seizures like they seen Justin Bieber This is hope for my kids grown-minded Early, U.S., Africa to Thailand Drug trade or sweat shop designing the name brands you get pro athletes to sign on Or they might lose hands, mining your diamonds Kyoo Wright's like social sites, sign on [Hook 2x] [Verse Two] My hood's Englewood but they doubt I'm nappy Ok money, money, cash hoes, happy? Chi bred but I have traveled international Crayola children, every race should crack a smile Don't I kicks deep? Reflex Or Make fun b.s. like playing PS To my homies, please let the weed rest Till they hire you after the pee test Karma's a bia, girls that used to look bad High school popular, now lookin' like hags And popular dudes that bullied you bad Were ladies men then, now swallowing faaaa... Get a tight circle of a trusted few Whatever you can do independently do That's how you stack and save yo money Stay wise with it and bank yo money [Hook 2x]