Lyrics:
I don't have no answers
So don't ask me no questions
Three felony charges
But I'm not a felon
There's right then wrong
You see life is a lesson
My
on my sheets, i got Gucci on my quilts
I do me the best. i don't need no help
Your bitch is in my bed that pussy feel like silk
Got her whipping yams in
Saucin, I'm saucin, I give them no option
Wait hold up, precaution
My noobert is rotten
I always be flossin
I'm wetter than dolphins
These haters be going
jones
"You'll be loved by the millions
And great at your task
But no one will see who is under the mask
Cover your face, Mr jones, my dear
It's hot
bad and I'm feelin' fine
'Cause "Who Is Mike Jones" coming
"Who Is Mike Jones" coming
I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine when
before the sunrise
please put my name in lights
(Jones)
(Chorus)
All I got [all I got],
All I got [all I got],
Is My Scars
[Trying to get this paper]
'm Super Rhymes, I'm 22
I'm gonna be 100 before I'm through
Because no, I didn't come from the planet Earth
Planet Rhymeon is my place of birth
From
Sometimes you don't know
But you gotta keep it Coolio Jones
And I'm independent living, no division of the vision
No permission before the mission my tush is
Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe
And the streets is no place for late
ourselves is so deep
I don't think nobody can break that bond
So I ask, how do empires last when there's
No longer an emperor? I mean, we got you
But
an expensive purse
She get amused by my words I spit another verse
If I ever left rap then I'll get a Mike Jones hey teachers leave them kids alone
I'll never be
When we were introduced by your girl Ruth
I knew that you got down skin caramel complexion, lips chocolate brown
(I'm wonderin' now)
Ugh, would
with Sprewells on my fifth wheel
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
Already, I pull up on Perellis with
All I spit is fire, this a different kind of Smoke
These niggas gettin' flyer, they a different kind of broke
Went from a nigga gettin' hired,
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
is)
I pull up in Audi, no 'Vette (skrrt)
A young nigga stress (skrrt, skrrt)
A young nigga whoa, young nigga flex, yeah
(Dexter)
Yeah, flex up like
Miss Angela Jones is open for business
I'm like whoa, whoa, who's that girl?
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when
I got blow
No I don't, I don't do drugs, neither should
You While I'm coming in like, Joshy please save me dude
I'm dropping bombs, and by bombs I
When it gets messed around with I?m the one, one
Uh huh. Uh.
[Jim Jones Talking]
I swear it wasn?t me
I swear that wasn?t me
I swear it wasn?t me I
You can gone and fuck on my ex bitch
I don't give a fuck no more
Chilling with new girl watching Netflix
Only thing on my mind is my dough
High up in
JESSICA JONES
Words and music by Kerry Furlong, © 2019
Well,
The Hulk just wants the Black Widow
The Black Widow wants Bruce Banner
but Bruce Banner
"Howard Hawks has done it again!"
Some sort of code that I don't understand
Mother of God, I've done it again
Tell me: what did you think
Would I really
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
Mr. Jones has a little problem
If I had eyes I'd see that it was me
He's the size of a man with
Marni for my mistress
Cop Chanel just for my main bitch
Fondling her tittles she just giggle while I lane switch
She dropped out from Howard tells
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