Lyrics:
Johnson! YOUR ASS IS FIRED!
here's your pink slip get hit with six clips
Salepeople out front, I ain't forget ya'll
Split ya'll, and everybody in this strip
to call me when you're gone
And oh by the way I won't forget the day you ended things
You left me standing lonely on the lawn
At the BB&T you said you'd be
(Facts)
I promise it don't get realer (Na)
I guarantee she ain't triller (Never) , and it's Yolaa b**** don't forget her (Ha)
Money dreams
Money dreams
Skrrtin’ off
Switching lanes
Trynna get you by my
Side
Trynna get you by my
Side
Ya
Forget the fame
Forget them other guys
Said I know you down to ride
I
I still don't understand how you could say that
Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back
'Bout your father? And you told me that
stories straight
Now, don't forget Ray, I was down in Atlanta, sure you were and I was workin' late
Yeah you know it's always good to see you, George,
see me on tour shit
Don't forget when it happens, that I told y'all
Flow cold felt the draft like pro ball
God father flows, kiss the ring that's
didn't see you and I didn't see you and we didn't see a thing
Hey Ray by the way do you leave that hundred bucks you owe me
I don't know what you're
lyrics, all at one time
Don't put all your eggs into one basket
I'll murder your whole crew
One by one and put them all in one casket
Them one-away
style is magic like trey deuce
I was blessed by Jesus
Just to give you an insane boost
Like Barry Sanders how I made moves
How long our reign rules man I
song about it
Why don't you sing it
Ring the alarm here comes the Com
Call me Mr. Hollywood, check it out!
Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com
see him again
I may be wrong, this shit depends
If he comes back to make amends
After leaving ya', he don't even apologize and
Made you look at love
a question!
Betta have ya weapon
Cause homie class in session
And I don't tolerate - any
Rappers that are fake
You get kicked out my class
If ya make one
Stay in your place dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training
Ya'll still eatin' bacon
Think nobody can, don't give this nigga no statue give him
the May weather
Got the box and now she wanna ring
Selfish, I don't wanna share
Baby, better off by myself, yada mean?
Blacker the berry, Burberry
get out of there
But me though, me, me
I don’t run
I ain’t been afraid of nobody, not once
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em put
we let off shots, yeah, them bishop's got it mean
Yeah, we sent them knights and a rook with a team
Don't forget the game, chosen gang, we're some
stop flossing fancy jewels (and fast cars)
Just keep it real with your game son
And don't forget were you came from
I'm trying to tell ya
I said
don't touch that pole
Legs in the air I'ma snatch her soul tongue on rose, ring rose gold
Horse and carriage you're the one I want
I'ma grip you by ya
yeah
Pick up the pieces now
Save all your reasons
I don't really care bout the reason
You telling ya friends we ain't speaking now
I'm boutta roll me one
of the subjects, he don't want to bang wit me
His corner men had to push em down the aisle
Just to get him in the ring with me
Cuz I swing quickly, the leave ya
I took that extra checkbook,
I need my... hair, nails, toes did,
I want a brand new house,
A five karat diamond ring for my birthday, and
Don't
birthday, and
don't forget to pick up some pampers and milk.
Also a jar of pickles, and Ice Cream.
I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally
Now come to scoop me up around 10, M&M
don't forget the hennessey, juice or gin
we bouts to take another trip so just dip in the Foe
I got a box
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