Lort
Jimmy Jones
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Bring Trap back home, uh Bring Trap back home Bring him back Uh Yo I just ate a jar of Melatonin Hope I overdose, I ain't got no serotonin Trap ain't call even though he heard me on the Tube Weren't you the same dude trying to get the GD Cube Everyone at school knows me by Jimmy, call up my boy Troy Screw the opps, this beat's what I gotta destroy In the locker rooms with a boombox, I'm ready to annoy Your face seems coy You need a shot of whiskey or maybe a toy For some reason, you get all this joy Maybe because I'm repeating, never in Illnois And now skateboarders yelling "What the f*ck is a 'bad boy', nigga?" Got it poppin' like big pimples during puberty I got spraypaint and a Glock, maybe some tomfoolery Didn't even feel terror on the streets of Camden, New Jersey That life's all normal, call it QWERTY As I said, hear me now Hear me now Hear me now Wishing I had that one cool older cousin Gang does women by the dozen Burger King bathroom, time to get this fun in Wanna join then get your butt in, uh Gotta run from bullets, no time for discussion Pump pump, straighter than a line Rarri's got a parking ticket in the passenger, she fine A bit sad that nobody showed me a sign Running through first class in my Burlington Dockers Illest school kids shoving people in the lockers They off they rockers My kitten hid in a pile of cardboard boxes Had to run out at 4AM in a tee and boxers You ever see how I feel so bonkers, whoa As I said, hear me now Hear me now Hear me now Call me crazy, but I ain't never smoke marijuana I only snort it, girl, marriage you wanna? Yeah, out with the cartel in Tijuana But I roll opps from Guadalajara, a Buddhist's nirvana For the media, I say I snort coke to get drama But I'd never do that, swear on my mama I wish I shot hoops with Obama like I came from the barracks I almost died on the Goldenwest quad hammocks Don't call me a rabbit, I don't eat carrots I really tried to rhyme orange with door hinge I threw all my racks into storage Along with a dollar store sticker My dad loving his cigarette Some people don't care that I'm getting bigger Some people don't care that I tried to pull the trigger I be eating that honey like Pooh, my man Tigger Now I got my pants down like the average (Yo, Jim, the f*ck was you gonna say right there, fool?) What? Uhh, uhh (You know peeps gonna hate if you say that shit) Whoa whoa whoa Producer, what was that? (Okay, just don't pull that again) I know, them Twitter guys will cancel me (What you wanna do next track?) Well I know one thing, I know one thing at least I'm...
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