Lyrics:
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
say
When I was a little child
mama said to me hold your God tight
And made him close
O yeah o yeah
That's whom you're
My king and Lord
I just want
Got it like that I be like no duh!
I be chilling out in Minnesota!
Got a fresh new beat to flow to
I be by the lake bumping some Kota
Like that's my
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
tensions was high when it came to
Black and white
But if man’s gang like Morrisons
And his trill i'll back a white
A know BRUDDAs involved with black
the Queen looks pretty in pink
These other MC’s are skint
I’m looking at black BM limousine tint
'Cause I don’t want nobody to see me
Unless I’m on TV
Yo, you
the one that's on his heart
Oh o-oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
(2x)
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe dat
No No No
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost to know it (know it)
Thirteen jack o' lanterns surround him
Strange things that go on in this town
No one's really safe when the sun goes down
Silly wicked bloody Jack-O
still homies at the end of the day, believe that
No no no, I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost to know it, know it
a O.N.S (he want, he want)
O.N.S (She want)
O.N.S (She want a O.N.S)
Break
Baby Boy can you handle me
Have what I need
I gotta kick him out by 5
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe that
No no no
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost to know it
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
folk
But Picasso should see himself as the white O
I write notes rhythmically not for timpani
To accomplish what Bach did for symphonies
One day it will
twenty past two, hahaha, we got a four o'clock plane to catch at Glas... at uh Glasgow, uuhh
you wish... at Gatwick, see? Guy says, "I think you'd better
Since you all up in my business 1 o'clock in
Just stop it
Send his ugly ass home, bitch
Go drop him
Drop him, drop him, drop him
Drop him, drop him, drop
yeah, I have a heart (I do)
What happened at that concert is not his fault (it wasn't)
But why is Trump lawyer representin' him in court? (Why?)
See I
up to his dome
Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes
One problem, even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no respect
"Is
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who want the clout?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
to learn nobody savin' me
If you gon' run it up, then why wait? (That's my- that's my-)
They see I got a lot up in my plate
When you been workin', it's
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
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