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Zipcodes Lyrics by Joey Badass | Official Lyrics

Joey Badass Lyrics

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Zipcodes Lyrics by Joey Badass | Official Lyrics
Joey Badass

Joey Badass – Zipcodes Lyrics

Intro
Hahaha
You know what I’m saying? Look
We gon’ talk our shit on this one (Talk your shit)
Kirk Knight on the beat, keep my cypher complete, look
(Complete, look)

Verse 1
Forty K for the Rollie with the leather band, no time to parley
Life is too short, we came a long way
From pissy hallways to court-side up in Barclays (Yeah)
Stunting is a sport, the way I’m balling, we could all play (Balling)
My cup overflowing, I’m feeling fine in this Chardonnay
I dropped seven bands in Rick Owens, it was a calm day
Prices looking like a zip code, I switch zones when it get cold
So they gon’ have to throw they shade from far away
I brought it in, walking with your broad down Broadway
Skip the foreplay and brought her back to where the Don lay
It’s Brooklyn, get your chain tooken looking like entrées
Parted in my origin, get your troops, call ’em in
I gave ’em fair warnings
I’m up late nights and early mornings
I got a little buzz, I can’t afford to miss my calling now
Be the first to arrive and last to leave
Dropped out of school, still voted most likely to succeed (Ow)

Chorus
Said I do this with the ease, I collect my fees and then I breeze
Neck on freeze like it’s below thirty-two degrees, check my steez
Hold up, nigga, nigga, nigga (Please)

Verse 2
Look, off top for the speculation (Yeah)
If rap was a stock, I have a hundred million in evaluation
A hundred thousand hours and you niggas only master masturbation
Y’all some pros at procrastination (Hahaha)
I tax those who act slow, never had patience (Never had)
My cat flow got you fat souls in fascination (Haha)
I made her make it clap, then I told her “Congratulations” (Yeah)
You fucking with the realest cat since Larry David
Curvy enthusiast, it’s Laquesha from the black lagoon, snatch your jewelry ass
Most niggas really pawns when you wave the toolie at em’ (Boom, boom)
Could’ve made the Goonies clap
But masked up like MF DOOM, don’t know what truly had (Rest in peace)
And firstly, all my wolves is blood thirsty (Yeah)
Ready to shoot from mid-range like they James Worthy
Don’t let them niggas try to hurt me (Try)
He gon’ see some bloodhounds, some blue flags
Duck down or move fast and push your own kuf’ back, nigga

Chorus
Said I do this with the ease, I collect my fees and then I breeze
Neck on freeze like it’s below thirty-two degrees, check my steez
Hold up, nigga, nigga, nigga (Please)

Verse 3
I can show you how to get lit and don’t blow it (Uh)
‘Cause when you really start getting rich, ain’t gotta show it (It’s right)
Lifestyle golden, my nigga, now that’s trojan (Facts)
Only magnum rounds when I bust and explode ’em
Eight figure nigga, so I’m always getting chosen
Middle of the summer, my ice is still frozen
I try to show these niggas the roast, they let it choke ’em
I got sick of playing with niggas, I started coaching (Yeah)
I ain’t worried ’bout y’all hands, ’cause y’all jokers (Right)
Hit the Royal Flush on niggas, ain’t talking Poker (Right)
Acting like my shit don’t stink when it’s supposed to (Right)
I’m laughing on my way to the bank, I’m in that Rover (Haha)
Bitch, watch that drink on my couch, look, here’s a coaster (Here)
Had to cut back on my toast, get fully focused (Focused)
Cadillac came with a toast, it’s fully loaded (Blah)
Ten years killing this game, I’m really goated, nigga (Fucking goat, nigga)
I’m the motherfucking greatest, nigga
I know you hate it, nigga (Yeah)
Most underrated, at least they ain’t never underpaying
Haha

Outro
I don’t even know where to start
But you know, it’s 2000 shit, man
If y’all wasn’t around in the 2000s
You wouldn’t know what really going on, you feel me?
We smoking, we drinking
It’s good vibes, it’s the right vibe
It’s the player vibe
2000, we getting this shit right
You feel me? All night
Take that, take that, ’cause Diddy was just right here, you heard me?
My nigga Joey Bada$$, two-fucking-thousand
We saw it in ’99, but now we in 2000
Even though we in 2022 I think, but who’s counting?
We just counting money, ya dig?
I don’t even know what to say
I’m just here, you feel me?

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