Lyrics:
my tracks, I misdirect and lie
Jonathan Pie, a collar and tie
Won't hide your bile so curl up and die
Why do you even try? Should leave
And cry like
and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will
up like Gotti
Rest in peace to my dawg, Shotti (yeah)
Still grimy (grimy, nigga, yeah)
Still slimey (slimey, nigga, yeah)
Don't try me (don't try
Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
body
Magic like Irving Johnson
I'm wit da gang and we chillin'
Officer thinkin we dealin'
My girl walk into the bank wit a million
She hit the spa;
Tricked, With, Disservice, Tragic, Constant
Amaze odds like, Earvin, 'Magic', Johnson
Saboteur gremlins, Never learned compassion
Can you imagine?
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
you see (You see)
I bet my haters can't breathe
Nigga, don't even compare to me (Nah)
Street niggas, we rare, unique (We rare)
We can fuck 'em by
Mr. and Mrs. Johnson look at me uh
A smile and a wave uh
T shirt on Mrs. Johnson say she love the land of brave uh
They say they love me too uh
I love
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
[SYL MESSI]
I keep ya tab up on my mind
So if i hit the line I’m making sure that you fine
I’m always watching your spine
Niggas dying everyday
So if
feelings of screams, still staggered by the past, regardless hardened by the facts
As a celebration of my first tour, might get that tatted
Permanent these
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
You Left you growin', nigga, never had a curfew
Logan nigga, I ain't runnin', try to hurt you
Head suits, but you wanna get blessed too, uh
My team not
and say "nigga, why
You hatin' on me?" or try to, you know
Make friends with motherfuckers who don't
Wanna be my friends
Motherfuck you ain't, you bitch ass
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
if i look nasty or deceased
Or my ass looks like its been had by the priest (sorry)
But last thing that i want from you is the fucking re-spect
Cuz
ain't me
I hate you, stop being on my T.V
Hater, hater, I'm the biggest SYL hater
I'm so critical I don't do anything
With what I be making, I'm just
Tanisha Johnson-Palmer
We fuss, we fight but she'll never let go
I'm tell you
Never in my life met a girl that I love so
We got a beautiful thing
SYL
I've seen it in my life he's been so good
I've seen it with my eyes He's been so good
God is not a man that He should lie
He's always been
been afraid of heights
Love smoking weed
I don't really do well with advice
I don't fail like Syl when them lights come on
I throw the dice and take
can go our separate ways
If we're not back in love by Monday
We can't say we didn't try
But before we bury our love
Let's make sure we've let it
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