Lyrics:
Baking soda with that Pyrex pot had straight drop so we zipped it up
Plugs all on my chirp phone
J's all at my front door
Ain't putting shit on no triple
motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin' on the block
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
See people can't stop me,
all that thickery
The only living nigga on some chivalry
I j wanna love somebody
Take her to my roots up in Mutare
Tell me when you ready when can start
chillin in a mirada studying like a scholar
so I don't even bother I be poppin my collar
I can get into your soul when I call you tomorrow
come on
It's so
should start calling you au jus
'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I believe people can
the legend of Heath-uh Ledger
My suicide notes barely legible
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my
It's the D double E J
The second that you hear this track
You'll blast it back
Yeah that a fact, man it's on replay
Can you feel me?
Are you moving
’crois qu’y’a le feeling
Babe can you feel it
Si on se prend la tête tout de suite on se réconcilie
Pour venir te voir j’traverserai la city
J’fais pas de dessin
Stand firm at the five; here's a star and a shield to support you
at the nine!
[Brother J]
It's like A - D - A - M
Prepare your mind, run tell your
pleas
We spit game for all the real g's
Feel up the (? ) they love to have it
They love to take it to the dome, yeah it's on
[j.t. the bigga figga]
Long Live Love
I just can't get enough of you
I need that engine's push
It's gonna take me home to you
J-E-T (J-E-T)
You are so good for me (You
Wishin' we could have that time back
Oh we can, yo man, rewind that
You never gone, you live forever through song
I feel it when I seem 'em with them Dilla
kill, leys get fried tonight
And we can get blitz
And jam some Bone
And we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on
And nigga, know you feel me
dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
It's real like that, you know what I mean?
Follow, yo, yo, yo
(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)
[Jay-Z] Gun
Your brain is in escape mode
You don't have a J-O-B
So the kids need to feel it
I watchin' mom and dad stress
I kept the lights and the
Water with
chasing a mill
Mama said, "Son you got hella skill"
Pope say, "Go," I know what it is this how I feel
This how I feel this how I feel
This how I feel this
you know hip to the hip talk
Plain j o b, baby
In eight hours a day, all the overtime I can get
I don't know, I guess it might be too late but
I swear I
or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit
You could feel the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't ready
I see thousands of faces People passing by
So many empty places Nothing to get me high
My eyes fell on you The most mysterious night How can I can
one to my daughter, than I am my sons
Do you know how hard it was to admit that?
I'm broken, and black but hell bent on being better and building
It's WD produced by SB
It's WD produced by SB
It's WD produced by SB
Got J to the H, on the M-I-C
Yes we, we got the M-I-C
We got the vibes
Yes we
du sex, tromper chum et faire comme si j’t’ais dead fuck you
Pour les j’t’aimes soufflés dans l’oreille, tought it was real
Caught up in the game,
mag
If they play with me they gon be real mad
If I cut you off I do not feel bad
I’m on a different timing, but the watch say 6:27 forever
They talk it
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
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