Lyrics:
thought i would be an attorney nigga
But i wanted to make a mosh nigga
All my women are now sides
Turn my music to my wife
I chose the mic
Spitting 16's by
the cops to kick the door
Yellin' all you drug addict lookin' asses
Get hands on the floor
Truck look like Mossy Oak
My bitch look like Britney Jones
Got
I don’t know what she’s trying to prove
And when I look at how she moves
It just simple proves that shawty is a
Shawty is a mystic
Shawty is
Never give up that's all I know
Never give up
Never give up that's all I knowww
Never give up that's all I know
Never fold up like I'm jay Jones
I
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
Just a few of my favorite lies . . .
Lately I don't even miss her
Yes it's true, out of sight and out
to it
I'm the Bowles man
Inspired by Chadwick
And John Wick
Wack bitches
Make me sick
But sometime
When these women
Pour into you
They could tony
a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey)
And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up
the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead
Race
In the space, I mark human (face the music)
Cut me, cut you
Both the blood is red
I
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
my dick lands
I'm in love with her attitude pussy, tits, lips ,hands
She said she's bumping my music my music
I guess you know what i'm doing
I'll
hit these funds
No talking
I let the music do this and I wont stop until the talking done
Mi dun talkin
Nice cah mi done walking
She loves
fucking the bitch cuz the bitch fake
Bitch was throwing that ass tryn make me late
Wasn't shit now she call me her baby
Baccarat on the back of my wrist
You
it's not like the future depends on it
But save the animals in the zoo 'cause the chimpanzee them make big money
This is how the media pillages, on TV
Every time you make a good run at me
I just threaten your queen and back you go
You're treatin' her like she's the
Last lady on Earth
Your queen is
looking thru the future I see sky
Oh my taste like candy when I’m on high
Oh my oh my oh my
Ain no papa jones make this cheese go up and down
happen,
And when my lucky star begins to shine,
With one luck break I'll make Linda
I'll make Linda mine!
Words and Music by Jack Lawrence, 1947
exceptional or superior to
Other nations when the facts show
There is American corruption in
Voting rights, criminal justice
Housing policy a political system
blessed up mmm
Once I clocked that she for everybody had to throw baby girl up the deuce
She said she hates it when I turned cold I suggested a Canada
You're on the crazy ship
When you look around the town
You'll see erbody turnin' black and brown
You'll start questioning what's a fact...jack
Unless
Before it makes you wonder
Why you're
Feeling tipsy, barely we can stand
I think there must be Jack in the rain
He's off a prozac too now anyways
And my
of the fittest, first rule of the strong I'm not made by Nabisco, but I drink Cisco When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Frisco Combo meal $2.95 Oh what a deal
smoked weed
Larry was like a brother from another mother
Best friends through it all
They would protect each other
Then she met Leroy jones Is started
walk the path our fathers walked
Live by the clocks our mothers watched
When she stayed up to wait for you
Blue on grey
Grey on blue
Get out
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