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josh cortes - emperor (remix) lyrics

[intro]
“say it with your chest boy! yeah”

[verse 1]
first, you need to know this ain’t no cover
switched up like with you under covers
and of all of my old sh+t, oh sh+t
seen that fine ass in the gym and it don’t go unnoticed
you the first girl i noticed (oofff)
this isn’t a gimmick, sl!ck but you still thinking
as this beat drums kickin’, it’s the beginning
i see you, at church, at mass, with that fine ass
and i see through your true colors, like stained glass
instead of playing f+ckin, “who’d you smash or pass?”
i’m out here f+cking all them b+tches in the back of the class
they getting passed so fast, more than you ever could last
i love them stretch marks on that booty, so baby don’t ask, uh
stay yourself, be yourself (aight)
i know you want to be held, feel what you haven’t felt
shawty i’m around, i’mma be there
where you at? smiling cheek+to+cheek
saying “d+mn, joshys’ back” fella

[interlude: eric thomas]
the old man said i “thought you say you wanted to be successful”
he ‘said i do”
he said “walk a little further”
he came, dropped his head in
held him down
just before my man was about to pass out
he raised him up
he said, “i got a question for you?”
“when you were underwater what did you want to do?”
“when you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you’ll be successful!”
[verse 2]
aye honey, let’s see this workout like a co+op i see you been trynna show out
i’m in your girlfriend ear planting seeds just like i know how
we move the operation to marry before the snow drop
oh stop, please stop you the finest woman i’ve ever seen
and i think all your friends would agree, i’m a sure shot
who playing shortstop? middle and index finger poking your sore spot
that bra size calls for a toast, baby girl, i know i’m the most, now let’s turn your ex into a ghost
either i’m gettin’ better or you’re just gettin’ smaller
or it’s both man, i’m just a bit too different than most, uh
you bit the hand, now starve, it’s not a joke, uh
i’ll hang you with it after i teach you the ropes and
oh well, keep paying for your girl to paint her toenails
just to show up at the show, the afterparty, then the hoes tell
which hotel, in the city, to know where i’m at
just show up wearing something pretty cause joshy’s back, fella

[bridge]
jodeci’s back
but your b+tch screamin’ like “joshy’s back”
at the front desk for condoms, but they ain’t f+cking’ got none
i got distracted, cause she look like a snack, fella
(f+ck you mean you ain’t got no condoms?)
jodeci’s back
but your b+tch screamin’ like “joshys back”
i’m a shepherd to these hoes
a fella would’ve thought mac miller was back, hoe
[verse 3]
who’s hot? hoes turn up
looking for my b+tch, but she won’t turn up
wonder where she is, f+ck could she be?
uhh, gotta be a ho, and a sl+t, and a freak
i heard a couple of fellas hating but them f+ck boys is weak
got your b+tch on her knees, man, sucks to be me, uh
ain’t that what ya’ll wanted? stunting on you, fellas
we the same, i ain’t f+cking with you, fellas
no pillow talking, cause stories spread the same
now you window watching, hoping the next won’t be the same
just don’t be dumb and do this dumb sh+t again
bad, but now she’s in my lane
uhh, (oooff) f+ck a diss, you lames and you doubters
i’m undoubtedly the hottest if we just being honest
isn’t it funny, i’m just getting started
heard guarded, but times tick toking, i know you hear me knocking
hold your applause
in a time where the world don’t praise god, only broads
who gives a poker face when you jokers showed me your cards?
and here’s another thought, why don’t you grab on these f+cking b+lls hoe
what are the odds, young josh who played soccer on the quad
became a god
sorry my mistake, i’m bipolar, like ye
think i’ve been manic maybe, i’m silly, my pen just crazy
my mind been pacing lately, and this gun has been off its safety
and the world is mine, thoughts streaming like i’m spotifying
bench press flow, this set mine
shivers in your spine when i let this 9+trigger cry (doo+doot)
yeah, just leave me out of your mentions
this makes twice now, i doubled what you expected
yet, these degrees keep perplexing, see?
maybe even too complex for me
but is this ’bout sk!lls or if i will fail?
’cause either f+ckin’ way, man, all these fellas is less than me
uh, you didn’t know i could rap
well, your b+tch is screaming like “joshys back”, uh

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