Lyrics:
a bag labeled for you
You know what to call me baby, call me A.J. REW
Call me A.J. REW
Yeah, yeahh
Woahh, woahh
Yeahhh, yeahh
Love for you, love for you
And what you know about Payne
(What ya know, what ya know)
And what you know about A.J.
(What ya know, what ya know)
And what you know about my name
(What ya
a file type
Look up you can't see me cuz I'm a mile high
You mess with A.J. your gon' get trial by
Fire yeah bitch I'm on fire, Make heat like a lighter
Plaire ? c'est pas un problème,
Pour moi, j'suis née comme ca,
La gloire ? c'est droit devant moi,
Pour y être ? A.J. reste sur terre..
À mes yeux
Angel, but the wing is torn apart!
It's painful that you can't pick up the call
All I got to say is thank you, bro, you helping me evolve!
A.J. brought us
Flex entertainment
Shut up, A.J.
Oh my god, is that Lil Pony
You make a milli we top that
Shoutout Eliano we top that
Pull up to the party that
Never caught no case
But I could open one
My bitch ain't gotta break her back
Just to have some ass
Don't at me shawty uh I'm just statin' facts
A.J.
thang, and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone
I'm the court jester, the manifester
I used to buy my clothes at A.J.
jiggy see I take niggas
Chain and check out all the chicken wangs sittin' on the table rappin'
A.J.
Aits me the freestyle king chillin' wit my nigga
HARRY AND JOE
WRITERS LEN HANDLER, A.J. GUNDELL
Harry and Joe move south with their wives
Enjoying the golden years of their lives
But life doesn't
thang, and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone
I'm the court jester, the manifester
I used to buy my clothes at A.J.
off money ain't a plus it's a minus
We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl
And separated geto boys from girls, come on
A.J.
You
off money ain't a plus it's a minus
We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl
And separated geto boys from girls, come on
A.J.
You
down the strip like a A.J. Foyt
Makin hip-hop that's been my job
I know a kid that rocks and his name is Bob
It's a long race and I'm winnin son
Sippin
Walked over to A.J.’s and drank himself pissed
Cop yellow tape was strung out all over the place
When he finally come walkin’ back out
A victim
crew from canada know what I mean
But most of all I can't forget my man biz-mar-kie
And may I send this to a.j. quest, rest in peace
Boom
Tell dem seh age is a number
Third world nuh study maths
Richie Daley ah me don, A.J. Brown ah toppa tops
Up to now, no boy nuh play guitar
at the bible belt
I swam between piranhas and assaulted a patty melt
The red planet still remains in orbit
Leavin' trash piles cleaned up by A.J. Styles, Me,
Watergate
Six million suits, paid in full
Throwin iced up Rolexes at A.J. Lester
We New Jack City, CMB! You see
Everybody sound the same
Everybody rap
off course
Stayin' steady on it niggas ain't ready for it
Flourin' it hard with A.J. Pettite on it
A noble's face and I'm doing my pace
Makin' sure
Let me talk my shit
A.J. IV, uh
Mic check one, two
Baby let me tell you what a nigga 'bout to do
I'm about to put the whole thing inside of you
Don't
of that grace period
Look but Ballin Likee Kyrie this not the tape nigga
Is you wake nigga, well you late nigga
Gang got stripes on 18 aye like A.J. Green
Ramine knows I can't play faster than him
GO
GO
Flippin' out I'm trippin' out
I'm really shittin' now
Night of the Livid Queer (2x)
A.J. hangs around with
defend. (7/11)
It's like the list never ends, for real.
A.J. Hawk, Demetrius Stanley, Antwan Winfield.
Vrabel, Gamble, Herbstreit, Santonio Holmes.
Bout
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