Lyrics:
throat back
Thanks for the loan"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Now you see this one
from Philly, I love you boo
Don't just stand there, get into it (let your body go with the flow)
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it (you know you
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
control in Philly
I know you really won't choose
To box or draw heat
And really shoot a shot 'cause you're sweet
You fuckin' scared, I don't fuckin' care
came long, lean, lanky Jones
Commercial came on, so I got up to get myself a snack
You should've seen what was goin' on by the time that I got back
Down
Cooked up but this isn't, right?
KW: I mean everyone out there in TV world
Real world, whatever world you stay in
Needs to know that
I’ve never done
fine by herself and she looking at you bruh
She don't care about me
She don't want me man
She don't want me
Theres no point of singing dancing if I know
Take a letter, miss Jones quote
I regret to inform you,
That owing to circumstances
Quite beyond our control
It's a premature retirement
to Howard
Guess the money don't make the love sweet
Cause you call me in heat
Every time it goes sour
You wonder through his corridor
He don't know I got you
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
Jones got a hold on me
It's true love Jones got a hold on me
Yeah yeah"
My life my life
I don't always get it right
But I paid the price
You would think
day
We'll be coming back for you one day
I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds
Sad to leave it all behind
We'll be coming back
We'll be
the greatest
If you don't believe it
Okay just wait and see
I can do all things through Christ
He who strengthens me
Guided by the light
Jon Is born to fight
Any
know you doubt a man, but why should I complain
(Cause I don't give a fuck about your maaaaaan, yeah)
I'm Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones and
(I don't give
going, she keep cumming, what you know 'bout it? (Nothing)
So 'bout it (yeah), like Master P (who?)
But no coward (Uh-uh)
No, I am no Howard the Duck,
love me as hoes stroke my beam
I kept my talk game on the low key
Now rich and broke niggas know me
Plus weighed up fuck a pay cut
Is why all these hott
B-U-N B
'Cause what's a ho with no pimp
And what's a pimp with no hoes?
Don't be a lame
You know the game and how it goes
We tryna get chose
Ohh, ohh, I
a G, and I
know your Dad and your mama dont even
approve of me
but still the girl show me love cause she real, the type of
chick thats down with you with
About an hour ago she called the police again
Something about a Trans am?
Mrs. Jones Begonias
I don't know what planet she's from to get the pills that
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
You're all (you're all)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
I need (all I need) (don't stop)
To get by (yeah, yeah)
(W-w-wild, I'm about
was funny.
But who's the dummy
now you done lost the hustler
my down-ass brother gonna be replaced by a bustler
and though I got love for you
I know I
a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
y'all
up your heart, let my love come in.
Well, I know you've been hurt by an old love affair
Oh, but darling don't blame me 'cause I wasn't even there
Your
dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what
I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't
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