Lyrics:
club, we gets dough (ain't no love)
Dough, oh, ooh-woah
Turnt up in the club, I got them bottles, big mood
Drippin' head to toe, yeah, I'm that
cause I be spitting my game so real
I'm Mike Jones (who), Mike Jones Jones
That's been a baller, before I even grabbed a microphone
Swishahouse,
you right
Man: Right
Salt: Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man: I'm ok, I'm chillin'
What we gon' do
By yourself
Salt: Yeah
Man: What you up
of making veins brittle to burn
Hollow out the inside, put a light in like a jack-o'-lantern
Hollow like a jack-o'-lantern
Hollow like a jack
freshman year to now
Me and Rizzi really glod
Seeing noobert everyday
Really made our brains explode
They call me Sean, they call me bean
But I go by
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I was drivin' an Accord cart, nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' an Accord
Run-uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards
Try start off lIke dIs
Tdot got lIned by a bItch
I'm Ina cut I bet I won't mIss
He can't jack what I jack cus that boy Is a snItch
If you seen what I
Sorry if I made it throb by the way I'm dressin' casual
Comin' at you though is a city boy, thats factual
Her tight cheetah pants done put me in a mood
I ain't playing by your rules
Everything look better with a view
Why you always in a mood?
Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new
I ain't tryna tell you
shoes
That cokey though, it fit in these shoes
Fuck the okie doke, opinion and views
Why you runnin, I’m gunnin
Your linen is through
Bust you onion,
Yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
I'm all alone in this world
I'm all alone without you
Hell yeah, hell yeah...
You're all alone in this world
You're all
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
I won't say that I'm the only one who loves her
And I won't say I make her happy all the time
There's
& leave ‘em
They try put me up, as a villain
Don’t paint me up
As a villain
Now I’m ambidextrous
Weed the ‘Artist-Tree’
The bowl of Weetabix & Jacks
And say it's the last time that I'll be around to be around
Oh well I'm torn and I'm tattered
So the thoughts in my head they get scattered
Oh well
Get in the dancing mood
Get in the dancing mood
Get in the dancing mood
Get in the dancing mood
I'm intoxicated by the bass guitar in this song. (Oh
you gonna pull up with 10 hommies in your own Hood when I am on Jack Jones
Do y'all use a strapon
When you fuck yourself bummy niggas check yourself
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
Nuttin bout you, your crew, because you talk shit
I'm the Lethal Weapon boy, ridin the apocalypse
If you're in my way, then lay beneath the ground soon
Kali in a Hellcat
Hit that bitch four times, you could call me Pharrell Jack
I'm out here dripping, you could call me Wishing Well Jack
Brands that I'm
to bring rhymes
Rappers is dime a dozen like
The cars in Trading Times
This is the shit I'm
Not the ordinary cracker, i'm the Ritz
Step back Jack or collide
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
Just a few of my favorite lies . . .
Lately I don't even miss her
Yes it's true, out of sight and out
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with
ch'boogie
Woo woo ch'boogie
Choo choo, ch'boogie
So take me right back to the track, Jack!
I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
And live
ch'boogie
Woo woo ch'boogie
Choo choo, ch'boogie
So take me right back to the track, Jack!
I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
And live
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