Lyrics:
this fast car (Yeah)
Forget ya but I don't regret ya (Yeah uh)
She left like me like shit but I'm a rockstar (Yeah)
I'm Jimmie Johnson driving on that
her weight in gold
Make a playa fold
By her game shine
Fuck boys look
Don't even waste your time
A body like hers
Has gotta be criminal
You'd think she
Jimmy Johnson
Take Tommy Thompson
And take my best friend, Bo
Take anybody that you want
As long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy
of this track it's a win win
Selling and swapping it's all you do
Yelling about to sell your voopoo
Just get a job if you're that broke
But don't teach
Understand? dreaming of X ten hundred bands
Like, What it do
Who's Hot? Me son! Just give me a
Reason
Hot bullets hitting wild hogs, Year around
Is the season
gonna kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what?
For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well
I like to get right down...
Do you like to get right down too?"
Well, what did you have in mind?
"Well, I get off being spoo-ed upon
By
got no time for phonies
I do bad all by myself (Madea)
I'll be by my lonely
This shit ain't nothing new
Trust me nigga you don't know me
I been on my
Ayy
These niggas keep on bitin' me like tell'em give it up
I'm like what up, then it's fa fa, I'm feelin' like nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules,
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
move like them Mobsters
So don't play with the gang
Cus you know it's gon cost you
All white like Aspen
Boy that work come in frosty
You ain't talking
too bad
When one door open they close two more
I ball and dragon y'all that Goku glow
Stash grams in ceiling fans
I don't do blow or pills
My 40 below's
coolers in the back, tailgates down
There's a big fire burning but don't be alarmed
It's just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm
Ed's been
Can't play the blues like Johnson
Or sing like B.B. does
I'm less Deep South, more Wisconsin
But my struggle is real, because
Outside my porch it
of Tic Tacs
Proceed to Tap Dat
Then I get my dick trapped
Oh
Walking down the road I see a cat flap
Tempted by the colour it's purple and I like that
When
miles unlike you or me
Do you really think they'll represent you?
All Boris wants to do is hypnotise us
What can I say to convince you?
They don't care if
delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"
Chorus: repeat 4X
Kick
her Gent, to live at my expense
I can't live my life with this noose around my neck
Dr John Johnson, please, don't keep this noose around my neck
For
planned to do her any harm
So, look here
I put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast
niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit
Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch
It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart
from dirt
Yeah we do not play
Playing by none of the rules
Yeah we do don’t care
Care bout nothing at all
Why are they playing wid me
Yeah they
tailored suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over cover
You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound
to flip but he got flopped
Said it was his corner let him know his corner's on my block
I know your fantasy, don't Stay, I ain't Jodeci
When I used
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