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shootin' you
Niggas workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
Nigga, you killin' who? Street shit, me and Meek shit
Fuck with him, fuck around
on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her
put her on the back of my bike
And a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
alive
Like they're cattle being slaughtered all repeatedly by a knife!
Until I finally get my sanity back without any regrets
From my homicidal behavior I
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
They looking at me like they never knew
Written by: Rashanique Johnson, Rodney Johnson
Applauding and whistling
Show them more!
Can you hear the snide remarks
By the men here on the floor?
As they wonder how a night
With you would be
she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But, um, they gave chase, they
she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But, um, they gave chase, they
brothers everybody else is scheming
I could make that body rock, something like Dwayne Johnson
And if they talk then we gon give 'em shots, like Johnson
on the streets
Who would've thought at the age of 19
The cities love me and I'm labeled a King
Busted down with diamonds drippin
All these hoes wet catch em
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go
the One who sent
I Ain't playing games for fame
Fortune follow in advance
Juxta positing destined by the universe
Fuck Uncle Sam
Thank you to the troops
and NAACP and in particular Rev james
Orange, Mrs alice Johnson and Rev love
Who we just lost last year
So I'm duty-bound to be here to simply say
That it is
sell it by the gram
My bricks come on planes that the military sends
So when I’m in them streets, ain’t no one know who I am (hah)
They don’t know, they
They're the ones who made the blues
Who's gonna fill their shoes? (That's what I need help about)
Down in the delta. Old sun house
Hard luck
Mandy she be talking to the trappers
Nah maybe it was Molly, anyway they actresses
When she shake the spear I forget what act she in
I'm the calf
fucked over by someone who said they fuck with you
The drugs in you got you feelin' gassed
If you make it to 30, I'll give you 30k in cash
She throwin'
forwards was the ratification of the black vote. Johnson’s racist all white governments, however, undermined the race based discrimination against voters by
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
ten pounds
I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers
From those who don't really give a fuck about life
She said, "It ain't so much that they
Baker, she had them hooked
They loved the way she shook her money-maker
But why did it take them so many decades
To give a little praise to who they ran
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