Lyrics:
cool-aid on the floor
You was my father and my mother
The mother of my father
Known as my grandmother
I reffer to you as mama
no one calmer
to see what's cooking
Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid thinking there's no-one looking
And its eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees in
a casket in a funeral (Yuh)
Watch how I finesse a nigga do that shit so beautiful (Facts)
Cool nigga come and take a sip of this pimp juice (Okay)
Beat
challenge John wick you lacking common sense
Stayed anonymous
Built conglomerates
Permanent status
Illegal alien
Can't erase me
I'm growing the lead depending
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mic on
Okay, cool
Straight into it, fuck it
Yeah
I appeal to the masses, the masters in all the packages
You niggas more like
he in the room
Sin ain't what it seems it never was cool
Only need God, don't need you
(Or you), or you, (or you), or you
This holy blick it go dumb
play that shit cool
And that bitch gave me brain, in the big body coupe,
She a swoop
And I ball every day like I hoop or somethin'
Why you say that we
1997 Marlon St. John/Work Song
I was sitting by my window, sitting by my open window
There was a breeze blowing in, man was it nice
It was both
on this meds gat me paranoid (Uh)
Spirit ain't sipping on no alcohols
Niggas ain't none to me, tryna get paid by any means, gat so many enemies (Enemies)
You know I body beats like I'm corpse's at the morgue
Ain't no agent orange
Got a pistol and I leave it pourin'
Like I'm John Wick
I'm coming for
a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make 'em cool, sell
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha
I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
take the world by storm
Sky blessed, the land of the brave
Understand where I stand, my hand is made
From B R double-O K-lyn in the planet
Family
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
house a bitch
Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass
And plus, that syrup have a nigga dick hard all night and she cool with that
She
Look what you've done,
You gigolo.
You know that I loved you, hon,
And I didn't want to know
That your cool,
Seductive serenade
Was a tool
a bitch
Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass
And plus, that syrup have a nigga dick hard all night and she cool with that
She popped
the sky above us, why don't you bust?
Let it rain cool waters over fields, so bland
Drain down, fillin' up ponds, and the land
Lotus flowers, float upon
cops intervene
Bible app all on my screen
John 3 16
For God so loved the world
He gave His Son
Became the one
To defeat death
Consider it done
Ay
Got
kept it cool doe
Said she need me bitch too greedy told her toodles
She a eater from jamaica got no visa
Money stacking where's the paper I'm John cena
a girl in pink suspenders
And her buz-whams were stupendous
Like two bald-headed men sitting side by side
She wore a BRA SIZE 45 and she could jump
his son
To shed blood for my past actions
Ask Adam
We hid for the same reason
Suffocated by shame
Jesus got me breathing
Christ's promises revive
CPR,
want to mufuckin move
I want to be in Miami tanning by the mufuckin pool
They like Noveek you fell off I still think that I'm mufuckin cool
Niggas
Honey by side pouring Henny till it's too many
Big Timers Big Ben y'all watch me in any season
Summer time flow hotter than time with any demon
Time
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