Lyrics:
that it might be meeting
Some untimely end
They do what they're supposed to
But they have been known to
Stand strong and tall,
Weather it all
Take what
meeting
Said I gotta quit all the killing
I'm gonna be an MC
This taffy's top-billing!
To all the fellas with the ignunt raps
Innovating in the booth like
meetings in the morning (Hooo)
Goons on deck, don't make a nigga sic 'em on ya (Go, go, go)
Niggas talking shit gon' make a nigga get pneumonia
Wrist so
I hit the joint and I ash
burning through paper like I don't need cash
And the new crib is all glass
V12 whips and they go real fast
Pass it off like
my own.
Open the door, Richard!
Why don't he know who he's throwing outta that joint?
Why I'll go back in that joint and take a short stick
is up to you and me
It's called a sick day, so bitch you best stay home
Come on, stay home (home)
Work remotely and Zoom your meetings (and Zoom your
on a joint in the minute And lately I've been in the back
Had to sit back and watch for a minute And now I'm fucking up bottles and bitch
Been meeting a lot
her I snatch her soul now she call me demon
My niggas stay wilding we don’t need no reason
Come shoot up an opp block interrupt a meeting
Stay on some
meeting fellas
Pull a seat and breathe the lettuce
Deep inhale
Then you hold it like you stole it
Go for gold and fucking own it
Cuz you know that you're
The taste of this joint
We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali
Original, cutting the beat
And I getting all the weed
I said,
(Ayy, eno, run this up) yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Und ich rauch' den Joint
Als ob's mein letzter wär'
Das ich der Beste bin unterschätzt man sehr
Bin
She so divine, yeah, she so divine
Joints to the face, brainstorming bout this cake
Donuts in the wraith, I get richer everyday wait
Shorty on my
To co widzisz to co słyszysz miejska astma brat
Jedna siła jedna miłość jeden joint dla miast
Dla naszych rodzin i dla nas samych
Dla naszych sióstr
when you play with the miser
Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser
The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint
Sometimes I have to cuss
grain covered plains of Minnesota
From cabaret and camp meeting, and bayou and beer joint and good times and ghettos
I was born in a house of New
rap career
but need i point out our joint account, with a large amount
you left in the bank you skank, what you think
i'ma take this loot and buy
make me wiser
The tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the joint
Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point
Brothers need to come, with better,
G.O.O.D. music my Grammy family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin' out the limo or either the Lam be
And after music meetings wit
make me wiser
The tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the joint
Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point
Brothers need to come, with better,
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
could fold us I keep Orishas around me nigga if you think you could line me come little nigga come try me im in Dubai come and find me having ah meeting
and I'm going stronger and you
fake and I roll a joint and I bake it
Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic
Work for everything you
music my Grammy Family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now we hoppin' out the limo or either the Lam be
And after music meeting wit evenings
yourself
Not lie and make you believe what's evil
Is making love and making friends and meeting God your own way
The right way
To see
To bleed
Cannot
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