Lyrics:
Yeah, say, listen ... [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Yeah … [spoken words – Elmer Snowden]
Come on, let's you and I go way down in the alley …
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
,
They said, "Walter how come you let him hit it?"
Now Walter just told them with his gentle smile
"boys, this game isn't any fun if you don't get a hit
it's international market with
Help from the CIA
Coors uses consumer support to
Help finance the KKK
Ending oil protests with executions
Nigeria belongs
SYL
I've seen it in my life he's been so good
I've seen it with my eyes He's been so good
God is not a man that He should lie
He's always been
to
Mistletoe and kissing you
And all the love and joy it brings
Having Christmas here with you
It's cold outside
But I feel warmer than a summer night
'Cause
"son, how come you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, your ass is washed up with all due respect"
He said "well nigga, then show me how it all makes
flood the street with drugs
Fentanyl in the product, now all them bodies is droppin’
China Girl in the powder, cut it with Johnson & Johnson
Pushin’
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
the summer it's green
And in the fall it's orange and red and gold
Then it comes alive
In the rites of spring when the rivers thaw
And the flowers
the mailbox)
Whole lotta jingle in that single
(Put it in the mailbox) cha ching
(Put it in the mailbox)
Ooh, might go look at the mail Johnson
(Put it in
they're bettin' he can win it
Against a man named Lyndon Johnson, one more politician with no conscience
Coke loses that election, no chance he can win
In
Think they fucking with either
Come get the business
We want all the smoke
It's no problem
I say get em
Rasha got em
And she told me go get em back
So you
on your dick this morning
It dried up
It done dried away
You need to spit again
Do you need more Mr Johnson
You get on your knees
And you spit the fuck
(ayo)
You can not retire me (yeah)
I keeps it real in the field, Navy seal on the drill
Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
Recorded
mean no harm, but that lucky charm
You need to ditch it quick, get with the Brooklyn bomb
I be, we be, bumpin' the spot G
Wherever we be, we hit
There is a life beside the fire, she burns as if there were no death
Whereas her soul out on bail it moans as she takes her final breath
Still
Black (Black) Jack
Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers
(It's the jump off) get it off now, come on
(It's the jump off) Push it up now, ha
chopper
Money don’t come slow bitch I’m popping
Pass me the rock lil bitch Dwayne Johnson
I got all that shit you wanted
Get to the top you know I want it
"Hey man, can you throw one on?"
I'm with a blonde and my Johnson's what she's blowing on
I'm in the backseat, I nut, she catch it like a Pokémon
up yea
Love it when you keep the same energy
Yeah
Yeeee
Aye
Love it when you
Keep the same energy
Talking Randy Johnson with the change up yea
Look
it gone
Yeah I wanna be enriched but I feel conned
By boris eating cocaine laced scones
Pass me the baileys
And pass me the snow
I'm boris johnson
I'm
they're people we elected
The poor who wanna study here should probably forget it
Man it's fucked up as a politician you can lie on television with no fear
got unpaid debts, we've come to collect
We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your
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