Lyrics:
SYL
I've seen it in my life he's been so good
I've seen it with my eyes He's been so good
God is not a man that He should lie
He's always been
And I came back in
I lost Mary
Oh I got her back again
And driving home tonight
Feels like I've found a long lost friend
It's where I drank my
fool don't play
I got the comrades of love, so the g stays
Brooklyn side with the crooklyn slide
We live in brooklyn
Out on fulton ave where the honeys
And I came back in
I lost Mary
Oh I got her back again
And driving home tonight
Feels like I've found a long lost friend
It's where I drank my
because it was never put out by us either!
I got a Robert Johnson photograph
That you didn't know exists
I even got his autograph
Let ya have them for
saying and what I'm holding in
I can't be controlled
If I don't want to
Karma got me back
With whatever I've ever did
To where I got to
Yeah karma got me
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
My lady compliment me
I Look like Obama ain't it
Look like I got nominated
I Move like I'm mob related
How I'm living ain't complicated
Bring
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody soon
Tired of movies all by
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody soon
Tired of movies all by
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody soon
Tired of movies all by
skills
No!
No no no!
No no no, no-no-no!
No, no-no-no!
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no!
Mr. Johnson, I got the security deposit
It's
I told her
We about to go crazy
Loco
Mamas said she in love wimme
Oh Nono
Asked if I could put the tip in
Poco
My Johnson crazy it'll have you
Inna
Other cousin is an East Point police officer
I've got a lot of love
And respect for police officers
Down to the original eight
Police officers in Atlanta
Stocks up like Stockton
I rock like I'm Johnson
They jaw stuck in awesome
I'm Sherlock, you're Watson
I spit flame no arson
Drink milk by the carton
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody soon
Tired of movies all by
ayy
I don't need help, nothing new I go by Disco, who are you
Got me sayin', what's up? Like I'm Martin
Soon be in the rich culture sweater on my waist
chronic
Ly, that means I love you
Still up on the presumption I woulda fucked you
But now, you so far away
A rainbow road can't even determine the way
Okay,
Hoe
So I program my mind to masquerade
My mask slipping gotta hide the strain
My eyes leaking cause I got no taste
I've got bitches got them out
Hoe
So I program my mind to masquerade
My mask slipping gotta hide the strain
My eyes leaking cause I got no taste
I've got bitches got them out
Fun Hat
Move up to take a bootlegger down, but Martin loves its brown
Even the mayor used to make, & the chief was on the take
Johnson's store yonder
They can say what they want cause it’s false
Good music is still what we want
Better than I’ve ever been
Better than I’ve ever been
It’s hard to be
social status
Mostly full of hope but lately
I've been so embarrassed
Surrounded by these snakes
But I ain't climbing any ladders
Love is such a joke
My
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