Lyrics:
since day one
And on day two, He was still there by my side, and I thank Him for all He's done
See, I got this fire deep down, and it's burning brighter
lock sack)
Look nigga, I got where I'm at by me not by you
Doubt it, get an uppercut like Ryu
Play while you can, well you an echo too
And you capping,
of New Orleanswe call him this:
Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to
The one with the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes
leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries,
on top
Babe Babe we rock, Dwayne Johnson
Swift got dropped when he stepped to our block
Hit his head on the ground, hashtag concussion
Mr. Swing It, Swing
cause I'm doing the final take
Ok, so what time will you finish?
Soon
How you gonna get home?
Jack's picking me up
Eh?
Jack's picking me up
I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint
In a broken window pane
A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway
I could almost read the name
Knock 'em out like Mike in his prime
Great like Ali How I grind
Pacquiao how I shine
Floyd defense when life on the life
Foot work like I'm Roy Jones
Jack
Now I emanate my vibration to create synchronicity from coincidently
My favorite days I spend is when I'm alone and no ones home
My favorite pics I take
in his cheeks
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Don’t step, dwaine Johnson get rock in the eye
Smell what I’m cooking, when I’m whipping I am one of a kind
I cried tears and sweat
Till the intercontinental belt is
Mine like, yo, the champ is here
I'm Seth Rollins, I'm Dwayne Johnson
I'm Steve Austin
The best rock, and I'm way
Jack Demspey.
That was my brother Sylvest' (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the west; he knows
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight
Oh lord what a hell of a fight
You can take all the heavyweights you got (Cause you got!)
You got
sunny
Got some money, now these sluts all on my Johnson like I'm Bumpy
Taking chances cross the country
Making bands I feel like Puffy
Cute lil' dancer
was a leprechaun
But in fact he's just a leper and his arms and legs are gone
When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a crying shame
He wasn't really
But not near as good
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catchin' bream on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
And then murdered
By a Brother
That she would've advocated
His life matters
Or that
A grown man
Can yank off my panties and pants
Without permission
We are
the black limo
Jack Daniel through the crack window
I spot the fake red dot his face like a Hindu
Grab the symbol
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The day Grandaddy died, she was there by his side
And she held to his hand, till the end
And just before his final breath, the one that took him
of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't
his ribs
Last nigga had his head in his dick
Keep four chains on, I'm really lit (yeah)
Send a whole gang home we hear a diss (pussy)
Lost niggas,
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
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