Lyrics:
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
You fuckin' wit' me, ain't keepin' your health right
'Cause me and my
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
results from insurance
Things ain't going right
Bad days, sad nights
I used to have dreams too damn right
Tried to forget my mistakes
But there comes
These niggas ain't about that life
Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life)
That nigga right there, that nigga right
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
other thing he'd ever say about it was
He never did see Robert Johnson again
Well, the old man died a few years ago
And the note he wrote was the last
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction.
satisfaction
we about to blow you a shotgun right through your speakers.
We breathing life back into
(Ayo, where's Snoop Dogg?)
I don't know that nigga just went upstairs with that big booty bitch, man
(Ah, he ain't bustin' no nuts on my mama's spread)
(Ayo, where's Snoop Dogg?)
I don't know that nigga just went upstairs with that big booty bitch, man
(Ah, he ain't bustin' no nuts on my mama's spread)
stayed
I know that I'm late
But don't leave me laid
Know it ain't perfect
Still glad that I came
You ain't got no love for me right now
You don't even
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Suck my dick on my way up
Postman think my name's Johnson
Suck my dick on my way up
If I was a baller, I'd be Matt Bonner
Suck my dick on my way up
Got
(yeah)
Plus, I got enough bars to end the nation
(Uh, huh) you can’t understand ‘Kiss if
You ain’t into Jason (True)
Knew I would be all right ‘long
at the barn
Ain't got no place in what I gotta do
When I came back with a purple heart, didn't mean that I was gonna start
Taking orders from men led by greed
like Cal Ripken
No short stopping my pockets, only fall is bank slip
Coupe on 22s at 22 held by four midgets, nigga
Uh, living out my momma's prophecies
I think i finally got it
II can make it only if win the powerball
A life of bustin ass diddnt do a thing at all
Im still broke as junkie in alley
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I sold him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it, at a hour just
mine
Do whatever you like
Put it on you right
And by the end of the night
Have you screaming like
Ohhh
Cause you know just what we came to do like
old thing
I'on give a fuck what you think about me
Been doing my shit like fuck you mean
Say you got a problem but it ain't with me
Brand new look but
You see the clothes see the style but you ain't never see
The working of a man that hustle up by any means
Cause what i feel i know is real no sympathy
been hurt
Unless you been hurt
I was just a flower child getting sucked by snakes in gardens
You said all the right things, I took off all my
from drifting
By making you slack jawed
Like burning your hand hurts
But makes you feel anything at all
I think about how Randy Johnson
Made a bird
will tell it to your face
Open up your eyes
Everyday na same thing
The government no do us right
But the citizens no wan die
We dey suffer still de
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