Lyrics:
Ain't sneeze
But you blessed me
Went from strangers
To ya bestie
Turned me to the best me
By your side till the end
If you let me
Yeah the fake love
the chair and then I break out the kush
I hope she like banana, 'cause I got that Fruit by the Foot
Now, she say she love me, well, I love her when
you cross when you talk I'm boss don't Get in my way
I need my percentage paid
Sign by the X for them O's
I be so fresh she wanna fuck in my clothes
And prolly with the same ones
I come in this game with, Im Mobbin' with
All my niggas thorough from DC, to Cali shit
V-A to P-A, to G-A to D-E, to D-A
Want
to the real ones,
Those who’re doing it for the love, and not for fame or to get paid
I see somebody gave a name to their swimming pool
The name is
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the p's
And fuckin' fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sure the skilled poets
Within in
'bout it)
Don't get it wrong I love P but I'ma take him to the lane
We can even have Pen & Pixel sponsor the game
Snoop Dogg want to ball, we can do that
the
message of one love)
[Verse 1: J.Flexx]
My heroes catchin 3 or 4 through they corridor
They blast on em, hit the gas on em, last call
A bullet make
J's on my feet
OFG like fam it's deep
Day by day that shit increase
Getting horny quick so don't you tease
Me and gang we move like a fleet
Bro said he
""What If I Told You I Love You""
(M. Finney, J. Stringfellow)
Put that needle on that record man
It's something good for the soul
Something you all
Somebody slipped me a mickey
I'm dustin' my Raucomb
Can't see straight and I can't feel my jawbone
Can't find my phone so I can't even call home
I see P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fuckin' tock
Nigga the click from
Yeah yeah, look
J is for sticking with somebody
Just for who they are
And never judge even through the
Times your threw me off
It's like you always
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
it's my first time, g I'm coming fast
Don't be fooled by the love, you don't know them guys
They be smiling in your face plotting your demise
Have you
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
what's up?
Legends, what's up?
Just love me baby just love me baby
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston Texas country muffins
Baby let me hit that liquor
with money with all of my homies ain't fucking with none of these broads
Hustling just to show out for these bitches you lost
In love but you ain't
Niggas ain't allowed
In section while I'm flexing
Popping bottles acting reckless
Y'all just
Stop jocking me
You could never copy me
Boy for a Quarter P
writing since like age fifteen
Spazz with the pen like ADD
Mad with the shit, they hating me
Bouta blow up
J.P.P.
This shit's like medicine, it gimme
I still don't give a fuck
J rich that's my bro the beat by the way
He played all these keys real time one take straight through
No practice
I just
Ghetto love got 'em feelin', um hm yeah yeah
In the summer I hit the front porch wit a morning be
Sippin' on the duce duce OZ
And I be killin' me how
make sure they can't keep the pace
Nah you cannot relate fuck it I was a mistake
Watch me level the field baby gone roll me a J
Started in the P&J's now
some people
A s a p rocky yeah uh huh
Man what you doin man
Over there on the floor
Man yea a lot of folks
Man a lot of squares
A lot of lines man
Im
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