Lyrics:
day, touchdown, Randy Moss
Say we just ran out so we gettin' mo'
We gon' smoke 'til we ain't got anymo'
Don't just roll one, roll plenty mo'
Roll
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, Timbaland
I be creepin' in backyards, dippin' in alley ways
My brother in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high,
it come to that payment
Knock down that door if it's acting or rapping
Whatever ima find my way in like The wayon's
Live by the sword you gon' die by
Syria?
First black president, the masses were hungry
But the same president just
Bombed an African country
The Jonas Brothers are here
They're out there
but damn you like Prince"
I make it feel like a Zulu, from Honolulu
By the way she roll away like a dog who name was Ubu
They also said the way I
I'm a brother who's too hard to touch
Cause if you try my crew we'll jump in just like double dutch
You'll get bombarded if you come unprepared
not even a professional drunk
Hey we can make it
I was unable to get you a present because I am at city team ministries
I just wanted to say that I am
and Joe Jonas,
But my heart belongs to Nick.
CHORUS:
I'm
Not ashamed to say that
I am a JB fan so
Why try to fight it
We just clicked
I'm a Jonas Brothers
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
friends?
Brother, you my mentor, now let the story begin (begin)
It's a hard knock life, it's a workout, fella
You know what I'm talking about? and we'd go
Brothers, nigga
Smash your ass straight out that junt
Felix brothers, nigga
Every time we have a meeting, agree
Count two hundred
AK that go by the name of my
the speaker box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about though you just tweet a lot
Sold a couple souls for resale like the sneaker spots
Certified authentic
is it that's dying out here on these streets every night
Y'all
Young brothers like yourselves
Fool roll up, try to smoke me Im a shoot
oh aii oh aii oh aii
Yeah yeah ooh
She got me feeling like a novice
Now me tryna keep my cool
Something 'bout the way she roll it
I ain't playing by
cause I don’t have foes
Plenty matter dey, wey we never say
I just dey my dey, hustle everyday
I made plenty mistakes, lost in several ways
But we good
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
a grudge
I think it's up to us we should just give it up
You said time goes by, but time is a concept
And if you not at the show I'm leaving the concert
Fuck
To tha depth that tha game goes
Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose
Nigga better roll than get rolled over
We shuttin' shit down, and you
Know
Prelude:
Now here we are, at the end of all things...
Just know, if you fucked with me all the way from track 1 to now, then like...I fuck with you,
like brothers
We just like
Just like brothers
Man I swear blood couldn’t make us thicker
I got your back that’s right or wrong you my fuckin nigga
We
go lick out them brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth, bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga, bold off set, comin'
go lick out them brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth, bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga, bold off set, comin'
a diploma
It's that fire feel it burnin
Got it fanin like dacota
See my name on the flyer
So the owner make it's quote up
It's just me and my brothers like
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