Lyrics:
where loyalty
Don't mean a thing
Your best friend will go and
Stab you in your backbone
Some more time, J Hus, I'm on my Jack Jone
I was on my grind, baby
it down
Still trapping on the phone
Blasian from Asia
You know I wanna bone
Don't fugg with Silicon
Baby Ruth
Bout to take it home
Twerk twerk
brothers and sisters
(I'm from the ghetto)
Yeah, this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones
(Lord knows, I was on the run confused)
DipSet forever
(Shit)
We're
and mic device
Up the price
The time is right for shows at night
Peace to The Roots that chop "Clones"
Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones
Slap
a nigga stress got me looking
Teary eyed when I floss
Death ain't never been a friend
Of mine in my life
And I bet that nigga know my name
I've been
Where are your friend
Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine
I'm talkin' ?bout your friends
Smiles they hide behind
Never know what's
still mine
Nobody told me I would feel like this
Wanting you more as the years walk on by
Now I'm not afraid to say what I, I believe
But I wish
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "Hey, love" all the honies 'cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother,
go home you off
Still tryna go trash a nigga
Imma put you on the clock
Trappin I'm in the mall I spent bout 20k huh, yeah
Walk in I feel so tall I'm in
friends but we still cool
So I got all of y'all niggas in my phone
Wondering when he gon leave with me to go home
They got me like who? who? who? Mike
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "Hey, love" all the honies 'cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother,
Take it out, out
Wait, wait, I’m a friend
Have no weapon in my hand
Hear me out, hear me out
Hear me out, out
I still remember you
I still remember
grinding influentially
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
Put that on my mothers
Where are your friend
Friends are hard to find
Friends, yours and mine
I'm talkin' ?bout your friends
Smiles they hide behind
Never know what's
Because I'm talking about a street that got redone
Get it re tarred
You stupid mothafuckas
Prolly still don't get it
Wish a motha would crack
Like some
the song
No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
on the brain
We're drivin' the road like old Tom Joad
Just to bang an out of tune guitar!
Boston, Detroit, Duluth by the Bay
Giggin in the Capitol Dome
Denver,
SUPERCHARGED by Kwanza Jones
Ay Ay, a Merry Christmas y'all
Ay Ay, listen
I moved here quite a while ago
Chasing dreams, but I'm alone
I've made
playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats alive
Take your time
I'm 'posed to be in the car going to work right now
But i had to do this
4
Cutting the loose ends
Fake friends I'm cutting the ties
How am i posed
cut my hair
Use to hustle in park road
l will make in here l will konak road
Playing Gym Jones not Tom Jones
You dumb bought smarts phone
Street story
I've realized my place is still on the field and not in the stands
I'm coming back for my 23rd season in Tampa
Unfinished business
L F G
Money in
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
even flipped, when I was down in Miami
Called me on my cell phone, Jones like I'm still home
Tell me what your wearing girl, or what you look
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