Lyrics:
(alright) I push (push) ((push up on it))
(push) I push (push, push, hey)
(push) (come on and push it now, hey push)
((push up on it)) (push) I push
Every
bitch like a CD
Rarely be seen, when I am, it's a Kodak
You niggas snitchin', I already know that
Make a decision by makin' decision
These niggas be
glock sick it's Magic Johnson
You don't get no pussy you jus whip out the Johnson Johnson
Pimpin lil baby she don't got it I'm not responding
Spot em said
Hello please i am old man
They once called dJ Not Nice
Many years ago
I make big number one hit single
Called Ching Chang Chong
But today it bring me
with some passion
I say some shit by accident
But you won't catch me crashing
I'm like Kevin Gates when it come to napping
I ain't ever tired
I don't get
the spot, go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got (4 Hunnid)
Buy a drop, whip it then rock, stash the dope
White in my sock, I hope my ex get hit by
you locking up when they ice it off
And they chop it up and hit Pipers off
I call this broad to come wipe me off
I'm a Mac, her ass is Microsoft
If I
[Hook: Trick Daddy]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.
Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty
mocking it, Jay1
Put a sock in it when I be socking it to 'em locking it down
With the flow when I'm dropping it topical
Top top top of the tree, the top
(white)
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time (bah, bah, bah)
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white (white)
Live by the street life, that's
Brand new clothes I had to make sure that the Glock fit it
Brand new hoe she want the Johnson I can't rock wit it
Brand new stove my uncle got it
she's my biggest fan
And with that, she's been wondering:
"This melody, enchanting me,
I've heard it oh so often, now
I've come to see, what does it
Kickin' this shit, no gym socks
Ask about me nigga, I been hot
It ain't 'bout money? Nigga kick rocks
That's all facts, no Xerox
Bust a couple shots,
Ciroq on the couch where I passed out
Woke up 1 shoe with no sock on
Thank you LORD wasn’t no snapchat
But Veleashia seen me on Facebook
And she asked me
a
Gun pulled on me by my
Limo driver, by police
By everybody and once my life
Is gone it’s gone can’t nobody give it
Back to me not the judge
Not
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Uh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah,
the stretch long nose ready to blow
It's time to decongest i keep a pistol
I shoot you and the bitch eatin' witchu
You come out the mall
I'm hidin' under ya car
winnin
Walking tall like Dwayne Johnson
All my opps better stay cautious
I be on a roll getting paid so
You and me ain't got the same options
Yuh Haters
you can read about it
These bullets make your body do magic, disappear around us
Gucci high socks on, Gucci high socks on
Hood Baby stay-stay out
(So Much pain that I think that my peace running old,
Pastor Johnson pray that I make it through the night, Oh oh oh oh,
All alone abandonment been
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
journey
Oh yeah
Cos it cannot be done by me alone
Park my bags
I'm moving outta
Cos you cannot believe
My head wanna blow off
Too many beliefs that's gonna
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