Lyrics:
vision
And that's the difference
Cuz when she talk I listen
I lead well
So kind words
Don't make my head swell
I know I'm getting it
You got a chance
With
you hang is attached to a tree
The moon talk to the sea and speak the body language fluently
She makes it rain
When I'm on fire, she always try to douse
to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes
not no motherfuckin phony
Hanging out with my girl
When she's honing
Don't you know about me and Bimba Jones
Stoney likes to see
Pure music joints
I come from Memphis stuck off in the trenches, im dodging the shakers jumping over fences.
I sin on the daily praying for forgiveness, do dirt by
a gig
Cuz I rip shit they liked (chea), I flip shit you make right (chea)
When I spit shit, I get rich quick, and make hits from doctors they liked
Or maybe I should just take you home
And make you flend for my
Like a love jones
(repeat hook)
It we evident that you were hesitant when we did it
'cause she say I make her feel wanted and by the way she never met nobody like me
At the Graft and laugh makin her stare at things
Cutty Cal Grese Chris
by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your
to really get in where the towel wet up
Looking fly-lee, beauty by T
She wanna know the answer to the question, why me?
We walking through the telly where
Old Man Jones lived on the dark side of the town
Never had much to say but man he had that six string down
The kids they'd always listen when the old
yo bed bed
Check yo closet
She don't like bacon?
COOL I'll give her sausage
If it doesn't make sense sense
Don't make dollars dollars
Don't
came to win, she's just tryna kick it like it's 4th and 10
Give her that she gon' run it back
Her legs spread like a jumping jack
Her other man, he
yo closet
She dont like bacon?
Cool I'll give her sausage
If it doesnt make sense sense
Don't make dollars dollars
Dont make money money
Dont
fuckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions (instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin
Jane, sweet Jane
Now, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up their moneys
And when they come home from
I been workin' on the farm
Just me and my brother Jack
Choppin' a sea of cotton
'Till I thought I'd break my back
Everything changed
When my
rough hmm hmm I've got a woman to lean on
I've got a woman to lean on when I need her she stands by
She's a lovin' flowin' fountain the stream that never
this is the last time
Don't make me over
'Cause I can be faithful
Baby you're my number one
You're my number one
Now who is she?
What's her name?
Lyrics: jones
Music: jones
Lyrics:
Hobby was an only child
He couldn't see or hear or read.
But heard a voice inside his head
Hobby was the deaf
Creed
I just want mo stack, cos me no trust no body
On my Jack Jones cos these
Dickheads don't know money
You've got no soul
That's why your career's
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine
the power
Give me someone I could trust, not just a hotty to bone
Does she love Escobar, or love Nasir Jones?
Let me know so I could cop her the stones
What's
pointed to the front row, thought he was losing his mind
She was supposed to be with her sick mother
Left for the weekend, stress when she was leaving,
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