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According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
You put that money on the table
Then we times it by 2
Kush purple orange, Clemson Tiger
Living large, Aaron Rodgers
Dish the uh
Magic Johnson
New jack
turn the music up
it makes me feel
I'm on the clound
G.love,Jack Johnson,
Leyona I'll be there
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Your batter bitter buy some better butter bitch
Betty bopper bopping on my magic johnson better get her bruh
Yo' jack and seem then pop your pill
Me
Louis looking like Gotham
Got the hoodie on and I look like Robin
Sipping on Jack looking like what's popping
They don't even give the boy a chance no
n****'s stomping in my chucks
See I make it rain, dear, cause I'm all by my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her c***
And I put her in her
We've never thought about
The route I took avoid opps
Got the jab like it's a Jabulani T Motswako rap
I mean that's mandatory acts
No cap unless you Jack
and listening to songs at night
To walk and stroll the capital streets at dawn
and then go home by boat
Summertime with jack johnson’s songs
and her tan,
tried to steal it, he was always cock blockin
So I chased him down and beat his ass outside of Ms. Johnson's
All the older niggas on the block made it pop
the skin off a slave's back
Jack, my Johnson's created the wrench. In fact
History is his story is true for roots of facts
Bitch
So they're in
all of you guys say
Whether I'm not around
Or I left the room
Just wasting away
But if you need me
I'll be
In my room
Listening to
Jack Johnson's
disappeared
Now, take notes
When I say these quotes
By the time I finish
Y'all gone say he's dope
You see, that was just the first
When I spit my verse
Now
around a lot
They will envy you
Catch a nigga stealing shit
Like a Darkside show
You know crips outside
Momma lost their son for that pussy, money, weed
Been 'bout a check shout my n***a SB
RIP Pops rest up my baby
Darkside doin' this for you
Graduated school of the hard knocks (graduated)
Used
Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
You can hate me, but await me like
could be bill cosby or kevin johnson
You just came out the hotel
With shawn kemp and magic johnson
With ashy kneecaps
Your dress showing your butt crack
unfortunately chained to
He spent many years in solitude until he met a beautiful young lass
By the name of Mary Jack Ann
She was a beautiful and kind misses
But
of this?
The makings of the perfect bitch
A ghoul at night, I roll like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
Yo, what's up?
This is G-Love coming at you live out here from California,
Even though I'm Philly born and bred
And I got my man Jack Johnson
Jack Johnson in the studio today - we just got out of the surf
my man, Jack, tell 'em what time it is...
(uh, com 'on)
sweeping
raise no dummies, I dug her rap!
Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't get da help!
Say 'e can't hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass
where we go
By the evening we catching vibes
Hmm hmm
We wake up in the morning just chill and relaxin
Grab a six pack
And listen to Jack Johnson
The only
got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid as a forty
Each and every day,
Bullets blow bad, brother, back to back, I slam
Bread and butter, break beats to Bamm-Bamm
Jump off the gym before I jack my johnson
I jam like Janet,
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