Lyrics:
a pony
I ain't got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yeah
But I can't be there all morning
I'm a pimp, baby, yeah I'm going, going, going, gone
acts
It's a wrap pull the curtain, Long John be long gone
I pop shit and pop more bottles than Sean Don
I got chip, I'm just too ghetto like Banton
Mike
copyright 2020 Gini Graham Scott and John Covert
Lyrics by Gini Graham Scott, Music by John Covert
VERSE
We've got crime in the streets.
Junkies
I just made a oner, I ain’t done a thing
A lil favour for my bruddah
Errand for a king
So I made a little butter
A couple sides of mutton
Got it from
I got nowhere to post this letter
I don't know where you've gone
I spent a long time screaming
Just to carry on
I'm right here, John, right here
really want it, I got I.O.U's
You don't really gotta stress about the cash I'm making
Couldn't really get me for no tax evasion
I get letters saying that
the Rift Valley
In places untraceable by Rand McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley
The more championship rings than John
the mixture is me order now I'm in stock/ a poet makin and rappin on the beat what a shock / i got this shit on lock / Bruce Lee books I took from the dojo with
need CSI
I murder more motherfuckers
On a beat then hookers in grand theft auto on PS5
I bring the beat alive
But there ain't no money in rap
Cause
what I'm talking 'bout sweet heart?
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale
You ain't gotta Lee Corso
You ain't gotta have
ain't got no blinds
We can stare at the morning (yup)
But I can't be there all morning
I'm a pimp, baby girl, I'm going, going, gone
I'm sorry I
look I'm going to court
Hearing these voices in my head just can't ignore 'em
Lord help I got eviction letters stuck at my door
I done lost my mind I
Niggaz nicknamed me, The Black Cobra
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober
Act like you got a chip on your shoulder
And blast the two right
bottles then Sean Don
I got chip I'm just to ghetto like Banton
Mike V it's all in my jeans like Sean John
[Chorus: x 2]
All my niggas let's do it
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
& gifted
Caught her by the bar eye necking me & I told her look
DeezNiggazAintReallyFuckingWitMe
Then you just got your brawd took
She fetch catch it bitch
favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me
I black
like a money hungry hooker, funny how the money took her
From a average honey to a stunning looker
I look back and reminisce how we used to kiss
man's feet height
I feel bad for you
Did some sketchy shit
Now I got a mad lawyer
Fat so your motherfuckers don't know what I'm going through
I'm so
tell me that we flossin'
Off in G4s, just, yeah, send reinforcements
Got crazy divas in my ish
And my car strapped like it's
Baby seaters in the whip
I
what would you do like John Quinones
If your girl got boned by a big samoan
Would it get you mad? Would it come to blows?
Would you sock that
It makes me wonder
How I keep from goin under
With all these around me.
I got em all colors, shapes and sizes,
I'm in over my head, these women
and Lee Harvey Oswald came
With 15 letters total and they went by their three names
They shot their victim in the head, a Friday, it would be
One ran from
guap got shot in the face
Want the guap comin in by the case
Tryna pull off in a brand new Wraith
I keep this shyt real ain't got time to play
My niggas
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