Lyrics:
Through a libra sign
Up on one scale
While she's down on the other
Keeping it from tipping by pumping
I need you to realize
I love the way you dance baby
Jimmy, used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the Henny and Rémy
I didn't mind it, when he fucked me from behind, it (uh-huh, what?)
Felt fine,
the flip of a lip, by the flung
Of a tongue
Couldn't care less if the world blew up
But I wanna blow up before it blows
Thru flows
Of persistance
Which make
up Geezy to call up the other guys
Louis Dollas with the mean mug
Got the jump suit for when I’m inside
Moving slow like madiba
Grow enough greens for
Jimmy was born in Bethlehem, Georgia
He grew up to be a carpenter by trade
We met four years ago on a job site
Said he'd just turned 29
star
Goodness eat me up what you good for
Shout out to my opps moving cautious
Ring, ring shout out to my opps in the coffin
Fastcar screaming through my
the foodies
Double Ave
I'm in the dub like a street named Moody
If shorty pursue me
She be naked showing boobies
I eat it up ratatouille
It's a movie
Austin
of psychos and the men who had the horn
And they all looked very happy in the morning
But Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours
Where
moving up ladders, moving up deadlines, moving guns on his men
I question it now, was I in the right, was means justified by ends
When it come to judgement
nobody guarded
Drained by absoluteness by thirteen was lethargic
Must of been a target the fucked up part about it is
Niggas apprehended it now I am
Jimmy Choo on my body, I go
Got some choppas, lil bitch I'mma blow
Call up Blessin, we talk on the phone
All my niggas don't care what they say, yeah
Lil
With a birds eye view
This shit is in plain sight
But its up to us
We can't blame nobody else
Clutch Swish, AYE
Won't live by a standard just handed
with a snotty nose
No worry in the world that's just how I rose
Jimmy Cunning's and a pot of honey
Now it's bitches and a lot of money
I just get I just
verbals
'Cause we keep it two Virgil's (Ya!)
Man I love my twenties but this trauma be full circle
Let it eat me up and not face what's internal
Na, can't
everywhere
And write about each other
The world in which we live is peopled by people who
Can't afford to eat, can't make ends meet
Got nowhere to sleep,
The Dr. looks Jimmy over very carefully
The doctor looks into Jimmy's ears, and eyes, and throat, just the way mother talked about it
And they
on
Hoping for a better season
Need to keep moving till the day my change comes
Man is never, ever, ever gonna back out
Man is never, ever, ever gonna give up
be fuckin' up her roots
She busy tellin' me I'm cute
Never playing by the rules
I had to get it no excuse
Shawty wants some Jimmy Choo's
I gotta see
being rude
(Just by being rude)
Shawty like the hottest soup
Baby what you tryna do
We can spark up in the coupe
And then go hit the Jimmy Choo
They dont
Its Dela On the scene
Uh blow uh
French it up, come on and french it up, gone french it up (dab)
French it up, french it up, girl come french it
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
fill em with the bars
I'm in the pocket
I'm on the beat
Ear candy for your brain to eat
My art comes from the heart
Season it, cook it all up
Then I give
understood (Dr. Feelgood)
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood oh yeah
He'll tell you he's the king of these Barrio streets
Moving up to Shangri La
Came by his
Glah, glah, glah
This ain't no rental
Slide down on this block and knock him down, that's accidental
Like his name is Jimmy, eat his world right in
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