Lyrics:
I fuck a hoe with my brother Kee
They hate on me for living my life
I swear you can see the pain in my eye
I made a mistake, I can't make it twice
and I'm breathing
Before now though, I was dead in sin
Now it's faith in Christ, quickened by the Holy Spirit
He gave me new life, John Kee
Rivers
(Hey, ooh) don't stop, can't stop
Spizzy Spose in the house
We're gonna sex it out for
You if you don't mind let me tell you, girl
I like my sex by
and Jacob at the mic
And it's gonna come to blows in a gun fight
This that teeny tiny Timmy grabbing pistols by the neck
Making memories that u wish ud
calm anger
But my verse can make you put your hands in the air
And shake till you get as sweaty as the palm of a raver
It's going down like a broad
hilarious is my hobby, you’re on fire, Ricky Bobby. Handsome, jaw dropping, I make your heart start strobing, but most can’t stay though. My name is John
my pen
It's Just Wayne
John P. Kee and them
Hezekiah and them
blessed
And I’ve come to like your music, John P. Kee and Fred Hammond too
And I not only read more, now I’m reading to you
So to all the Christian
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
, turn it, stick it, dunk it
P-p-p-p-pump it!
I think about you when I masturbate
You can't even believe it but that's OK
On the microphone I
Mind You know I waste no time
UR boi back like the Bagdad
cnd it's baggin season so Im baggin THcT
cnd baggin THIS and got baskets that can hold it
a monitor screen
My team is gonna make it
Don't hate it take a ounce
And break it on up, sip syrup out my cup
On buck not giving a fuck
So what you hoes can
pumped gas for a living and
He fixed tires on the side
And I guess old John could fix most anything
If you didn't push it he'd try
And he gave me my first
blastin I'm blastin at you
These beat is so sick make me say achoo (Achoo)
I'm cookin it up like I'm makin some stew but I cannot get too sick I can't get
and Neef......chia ..Uh
Its official state P representnas ....Woo. .....Woo
[Chorus]
Can't stop, won't stop
Rocafella Records cause
We get down baby, we
I paged you, don't get no call back
Now it all makes sense
The two of us are not meant to be
So by the time you read this letter
And try to make
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
a smile
When he tell you that he can go buck wild
For a girl like you and make it feel good
You know it's drama but it sound real good
He started
makes a lot of best-albums lists
When they tried to sign you again
Was it satisfying to say, "Oh
You already have"?
Frank Ocean: yeah, I just told them
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Love is not possession and it can't be possessed,
If I should try to own you ,I'd be like all the rest.
I've learnt from past
the dial
And I know it will make me smile
'Cause this station H.A.P.P.Y.
We plan to help your day go by
(Musical natural high), yes it is
On station
SMACK, you diss me
After this can fight about it
Let's see what happens when we don't
Have time to write about it
I'm hype about it i'm packin' burst steel
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
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