Lyrics:
I tighten up the scarf on my head, must be dreamin' in bed
Did someone say they'd come and get me?
This chick is playin' with me
Wake up, your
Shawty so crunk she comin out her clothes
dick so big got caught in her thoart.
do it hurt? (yeah) do it hurt? (hell yeah)
one nut, two nuts
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
There's a blue bronco broke down outside in the spot where you used to park it
Spare key in the drawer by the fridge in the kitchen case you lost it
snort off mirrors
Coke, heroin, guns ran by government agent dealers
Blowback in the pot created boss flagrant dealers
Take it back to the spot and plot
eyes are raw, my head is aching
A little time away from myself
Is that the best I can hope for?
Somewhere to remove myself
Lose myself
Collect myself in
her veins
Her daddy left her with some shit in her brain
Yeah she fucked in the head, she wanna slurp me up and expect me not to wed
Got my dick in some
again
I've got nothing in my head again
I'm doing fine
Mostly fucking about
And then I pop in four quarters and call JJ for a round
This magic ball much
to throw across the sky
Than the one I'm dreaming
So Let's ride
Load 'em up and head to Georgia
Let's sing
Til the stars show what's in store
Let's dance
can a man choose friends over family?
(Family) jJ, we ain't the same
When I start wars, it only brings casualty
(Casualty) little boy, stay in your lane
lane or two
Brake the brick what I came to do VVS's now chain is blue
Them niggas done got you gassed up, too much of that propane in you
My diamonds
coming
It took me by surprise again.
And I hear you're in San Francisco
Living with your sister who's a mother to be.
And her husband's way down in
Yah yah its lit JJ JJ Glock its lit fuck you bitch yah lets go
(chrous)
Who you messin with boy? ill beat you ill hit your head
I dont think you
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
inside my head
But I won't get out of bed unless it's to get that bread
Yeah
Won't get shit by me
Just wanna wake up somewhere on the beach
Passin out,
exquisite young coolie high production
Caught up in the hollow-head suction
Ten pogo sticks, two black-belts that break bricks
Diet coke meetin's
membership is sacred
'Member chillin', smoking in the basement
Tellin' JJ Bands that I'ma make it
You know if we don't got it, we gon' take it
Every fucking
of them
I'm red hot off the top like JJ's twin
I'm in the Lion's Den with some tigers and
I'll feed you to them like Carol Baskin did
But I'm not your
Interested in putting my fingers to my head
The solution is
I see a whole room of these mutant kids
Fused at the wrist
I simply tell them they should shoot
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down
Times"
feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line
My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work
Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
up and shoot like J.J. Reddick
Put on my boot I think I'm ready
Which one of you niggas wanna g get it?
Keepin yo head up but your beheaded uh oh
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