Lyrics:
my second home
Utahs on the map
But I’m not
So that is my main goal
My resume is rap
Not false stories
And cheap gold
Up up
Down down
You finish
I don't care what you say
Kicking down doors you should get out of the way
Always do the most but you gon' get sprayed
Me & Bobby Johnson keep running
a home with the oldies on
Help me out in math and still got every answer wrong
Where would I be in this world had it not for Lee
Kept my head in the books
here's a Benzo
(Stupid)
My name is Maybach Johnson
To the game, I'm detrimental
(Hoe)
Pussy tighter than some under armor
Got a ranch but I'm not a farmer
any reason
I hate that you leave when the lights come on
And if I had it my way the fuckin' sun would be gone
[Hook - (Violent J) & {Shaggy 2 Dope}]
the green, we blow heavy dro
Plus we get the party poppin' we stay hot
Black Hippy like Ab-Soul, Kendrick, and J-Rock
Known for blazin', show em how killa my
We had a way to go
We'll grow closer together
By being apart
When my angel comes home
It's been hell bein' here alone
God tell me, why has she
what the moment is just keep it the holiest
Word to my Tims she could fight she a problem
Scarf on braids did by the africans in Harlem
You so New York
okay
Da da da dance, dance, dance!
Just j-j-just dance oh I'm upstairs! smiles
Wish I could shut my plcybcy mouth, bye boys
How'd I turn my shirt inside
of Tic Tacs
Proceed to Tap Dat
Then I get my dick trapped
Oh
Walking down the road I see a cat flap
Tempted by the colour it's purple and I like that
When
I'm beautiful in my way
Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
on movies with my team
And them blessings keep flowing on turbo and that's
The way I'm bout to super speed
Then I
Hit a smoove move on a no look
Bars shooting
cette fucking life
Fuck les bad vibes shoot'em up
Moi j'veux que des g's sur mon side
Ok j'secure ce bag by my own
Et je pop plein de shit quand j
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
Uh
Uh
Yeah
(J-j-j-j-j-Cardim)
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas losin' their minds
You find that there's no reward
They say they already home
It's
Uh
Uh
Yeah
(J-j-j-j-j-Cardim)
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas losin' their minds
You find that there's no reward
They say they already home
It's
(So Much pain that I think that my peace running old,
Pastor Johnson pray that I make it through the night, Oh oh oh oh,
All alone abandonment been
of tissues in the hole in my skull
I got in my Mazda and I drove to the mall
I got a big Johnson shirt and some silicone tits
When I pulled out the tissues
way home
When I was down I kept writing songs
Turned my world upside down when you were gone
Alone at war we all alone
Said we alone at war and we all
Hey, alone at war we all alone
Alone at war we all alone
And when I call home pick up the phone
When I was lost found my way home
When I was down I
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
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