Lyrics:
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
bumpin', i arrive
Davy Jone$ is here to thrive
Now just wait for your demise
Ain't no surprise if i'm gonna overdose and fuckin' die
Makes me wanna fuckin'
Your red Hawaiian shirt and
Your hair jet black
Hangin' 'round with your good
For nothing friends, bettin' by the track
Baby, you can't come back from
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
and taken off into the day
Leaving another girl to weep over the breakfast tray
Loved her before I knew her name, hit me Jack, 'cos I'm
Gonna love her way
the schoolgirl that used to be me
Ah, the apple trees,
Where at garden teas,
Jack-o-lanterns swung:
Fashions of the day,
Vests of applique,
Dresses
these ratchets (bah)
Call me gay basher for fucking up these faggots
Y'all niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
Yo, pass the dutch
Cape D'Antibes , or in Spain ,
I follow the sun by boat or by plane,
It's any old millionaire in a storm,
For I've got my mink to keep my heart warm:
can you weep for me? Dilla play the beat for me
I appreciate your flaws in every way, I pray to God
Time to cut need some gauze, drawing curtains like
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"
So your chimneys I
booty look like two cantaloupes
Told me you wanted a romantic poem
So I wrote this for you like we passin notes
Got a
Love jones for your body and your
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin'
Under the weeping willow tree, please don't you bury me
What lives with honour comes from out of state
I worked hard for my silver, never showed up
me sober
I walked the cross barefoot down to the bible belt
I lost all the heart i had and ended up all by myself
Let em know i never meant to be this
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
a sailor who sleeps
While the riverbank weeps
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy
of the fittest, first rule of the strong I'm not made by Nabisco, but I drink Cisco When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Frisco Combo meal $2.95 Oh what a deal
Out the depths creeps Shapiro
Cruz been vying for control
Starved for relevance download
All for the goal of becoming the next Rocket Team or Alex Jones
Comes the Judge, Here Comes the Judge
{Give it to me now}
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Here comes my Mac
I don't need this shit owned by stack
I don't need
ways goin' hard in the paint
Break it on down K Town too loud
For them saggy pants and that city slickin'
I was told these was way like me
David Jones
through my life
So I might have to do it on me jack jones(Jack jones)
They say ‘Morgan you’re doing so well’
But they still won’t share my tracks though
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