Lyrics:
trouble
Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double
The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle
But it's still comin' across like
Take it off bitch bend over let me see it
Ima young sweet Jones n I trick I Koukdnt be it
Whip Parked outside
Money on the dresser
Top knoth hoes
a ride
But still you call that number, til you're crawling under
Them stones, assorted jones, and all alone
I'm alive, it kinda took me by surprise
But
mighty well
Then old Dwight D Eisenhower or LBJ we sing
Two brothers know as Kennedy and Martin Luther King
And still the train rolls forward over
to cuss out
Parasuco gettin insulated by the structure
Body so powered that the labels be stickin out in 3-D
We salute the ladies - raped over time
bring a Plan B
For that Aftershock? Yup!
Boom! Graffiti! All over rooms bleeding
Bodies blown apart all on the walls, floor
Ceiling
I'm a show-stopping
all the way from Erie pa
Want myself a glass of lemonade
Grabbed some chicken and a burger too
Hey what's kickin at the barbecue
Joes over by the grill
when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts
Heart got a hole in it
Bank got a roll in it
the scandalous
Who planned this your peoples?
Fuck that you hero bucked at by weevils
And muskrats to seagulls
Touch that to bank rolls and c
Notes to stank hoes
When we're going six feet under the ground
And by that time all you live for is really gonna count
When you're on that podium, ain't no fucking around
Around my wayyyyy
(Ok this ya boy Jones aka Capo Status)
Around my wayyyyy
(I'm about to take you through
My way you know the
Projects and all that,
the prophet she do seeMaking beelines to the honey and the milkGot that samson feeling, delilah by the silkWe never roll around with people of they ilkTold
row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin' on Runtz by the pound (smokin' on Runtz)
Young niggas crazy put switch
wycleff jean, what's goin' on?
fukin' with tom jones bra, you got it wrong
and anastacia, you're names on the list
it's next to shakira and will smiths
i've
Dawn to dusk I watch
As waves roll over
One by one they uncover
Treasure lost
A lone black flag
A blot on a bright horizon
Here they come
You'll
It don't feel, it don't feel, I don't feel it no more
Things don't feel right over here
Lately I ain't been seein' clear
It don't feel right, it
tonight
I just want to chill
How bout tonight
We don't go nowhere
Ima roll up
You pour the Stella Rosa yeah
The covers in the closet
Get your ass over here
alive
Writin' verses with a smile while my daughter's by my side, like
Look mama, I made that
Look mama, I made that
"The boy is a star," soon enough
Hey girl, how you doin' take a seat
Been thinkin' bout you all day, come over talk to me
While we lay low just cruisin' throught the street
By
their love all over
Even in the darkest night
The grass still green and the sky still blue
Folks walking side by side
And everywhere you go you find
the swagger that'll leave Dakota Fanning
I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your
mighty well
Then old Dwight D Eisenhower or LBJ we sing
Two brothers know as Kennedy and Martin Luther King
And still the train rolls forward over
cradled it
Mj Larry Johnson baby it
Tom Brady it
Tried to be my earthquake it was easy shaking it
It's gone over the green monster
Babe I point past
of the state
Traveled right over the bridge you see exactly where I stay
Yeah these people were sleeping on me it's time for yall to wake
I got that coke style
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