Lyrics:
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
frames spotted by my shortie
As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring
We be's the baddest clique up on the scene
Ain't you getting bored with these fake
crimes
Call me Magic Johnson to my niggas all I dish is dimes
808s going hard but no I'm not from Honolulu
Pull up to the crib ain't no Netflix imma put
“Strength“
In a world where ya trust is a lot give
Billy Johnson and shirl married with 4 kids
Only boy of 4 kids
I spent my time alone
So the streets,
If I planned to do him any harm
So, look a here
I put him on the back of my red corvette
cnd-a we went for a ride
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I
on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her
the ceilin' fan
From your neck with a belt like, (Oh shit)
Don't even mind me, if I start to get ahead of myself
I'm only try'na get my records to sell
I'm
all of you guys say
Whether I'm not around
Or I left the room
Just wasting away
But if you need me
I'll be
In my room
Listening to
Jack Johnson's
it'll always be
I thank the good Lord I've got you
In times like these
The rich keep getting richer
The poor barely get by
Farmer Johnson says it's
put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
Now rainy days never turned me on
But something about
as fuck
Nobody get my mind bruh
Shit so frustrating, that's why I keep my mouth shut
What the fuck I'm showing love for?
Nobody care about you, I don't give
me)
Just love me, baby, love me
(Love me or leave me)
Baby, if you stay, here's what I'll do
(Love me or leave me)
Try my best to make you my
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
Massachusetts
They try to strip a nigga from his constitution
Do this shit for my ancestors retribution
You mulatto niggas always with the face of confusions
Them
with the devil when you can't face him
How you gon' be praying to God when he can't listen
Over the sound of the chainsaw ripping, piece by piece
Limb
and I’m bout to record
In the studio with afterbirth all on my shirt, look like tie dye tho, imma make it work
A look for days
Only on grown boy shit,
a biblical bitch
Minimum wage
What I'm paying you
My homie Angel finna send me your addy
Like we playing call of duty wars
When I blick, they don't say shit
the skin off a slave's back
Jack, my Johnson's created the wrench. In fact
History is his story is true for roots of facts
Bitch
So they're in
Lord, you know I love you mama, kiss you mornin', noon, and night.
Lord, you know I love you mama, kiss you mornin', noon, and night.
Lord, I work
you need
To get by
If now for games and hip hop
My heart woulda been stopped
For the love
If the papes come yo yo I won't riff
If they don't come no no
But it's still coming across like the bridge and tunnel vision
I try to school these bucks, but they don't wanna listen
That's the reason the system
korin
Iya laya gbogboyin no single love
For a boy that is coming up
This is my wake up call
Everybody gbe body
Kole re body
This is my wake up call
Don't think I'm goin' nowhere
Well I know my baby loves me
She tells me all the time
Yeah I know my baby loves me
'Cause she tells me all the time
If
Mi they love my thing
Know when dem grow dem wan be like me
But mi no care no one bad like me
And no matter how dem try dem no do it like me
Look how
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