Lyrics:
after I fuck her right
Uhh
It's like a hi and bye when we slide
I bring the high you bring that ass by and we vibe
She attracted to the thrill but keep it
Me and my dawg, we get higher than a pilot
Bad B* by my side ride the D* with no license
I can't say the wrong thing, c****s might try to indict me
I
PAP3R Lyrics
By J-R
[Intro]
J-R uhhhhuhhh
The money the power the hoes in that order money over bitches that’s order I don’t care what she want
ask, no, don't play me like a hoe
Man, your ass strapped by that church
So you fresh about that meat
You don't give a fuck with no niggas seein' you
if I want him dead, I knock him off
Fuck the opps, ain't no worries, we hold 50's and hold 30's
He'll be dead by 4:30, we'll turn his brains to a snow
crackers down in the dirt
Smoke they ass like an ounce of purp
My 38 or this 45
Imma squeeze them both, we'll see what hits you first
Ski mask, J's on
Can't
the J's
In the car finna spark, I ain't talkin' Chevrolet
She with me, that's a upgrade
Told her I don't play no fuckin' games, this not a arcade
Touchin'
off the za and the rose
These women gon flock by the Hour
We swimming in rosé rivers
A nigga a boss in the game they calling me bowser
A nigga on top
[Kyleon]
I need a dime like J-Lo, Vivica Fox
Put ice in her life, and some nice invisible rocks
Kyleon, the type that never like trashy chicks
No
ahead of myself
I'll chill
I know you'd rather hear beats by J
Like J. Dilla
But I got too much more to say
It gets realer
'Cause the system trynna throw
become witness
A gift to the Church and the world, that our lives be blessed
May God bless our movement, and all its leaders
Not by our merits, but by
I don't do Apology
Boul the lord might show you mercy, but don't expect it from me
Every line is painted grey
Do not judge me by my ways
I forgot just
Will call us crazy what we did from them Jordan kicks
We didn't even need a stick
Broke apart with you niggas ain't no more I'm trying fix
Mighty J
got pedophiles
And that's cold like Frieza true form
All I see is these hypocrites
And still, wonder why the church torn
Young kids don't believe in
ain’t talking about the wall by Mexico
No I’m bout to let em know
Since you wanna talk about the wall, ok let’s talk about it
Let’s talk bout Barrack
the norm
Un uh
My lyrics cause brain damage
Fill out this form
Why
When I record huh
I have to wear protective gear sent by the board
Wow
I'm the new hero
motto was like "Fuck a bitch"
By time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list
I don't take threats lightly, careful who you fuckin' with
haters, like the KKK with cha
See you bitch, I'ma banger, Nobody in the ?? roll deep
Like Tennesee, like in school or church
Talk shit, I'm straight
haters, like the KKK with cha
See you bitch, I'ma banger, Nobody in the ?? roll deep
Like Tennesee, like in school or church
Talk shit, I'm straight
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
homies up in church clothes
You took the shot, that brought the black hoe
And that's cold, but that's the motherfuckin' thing
Respect the Mob and Little J
nice with the hands you can't brawl
You can't stall, we hold the black horses
I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses
You lack rawness, you lack
(Juicy J)
At the Dub we gettin buck
Comin like a lightning struck
Cockin back the chrome at the ??
Bitches say I'm fakin it
Players playa hatin it
grandma, still in the J's
Coco ave. fo-fo mag tucked away when the po-po's pass
Walked to the stove, but don't step on the old folk grass
A 80's baby like
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