Lyrics:
thing uncommonly well.
Too much sorrow can get you down down.
With your head up in the clouds you think you're so profound.
She gets her jollies, she
better when she ain't wearing a blouse
Hit by the remote, John, you better watch your mouth
Stormed upstairs I'ma leave your dope ass sitting on the couch
were divined
By the disenchanted tone at the end of the line, hang up
He tried to look strong in front of mom back up
John stop lookin' forward
much more what to say
But I know
I have a heart like the sea
A million dreams are in me
[CHRIS]
Good Jesus, John, who is she?
[AMERICANS (AND CROWD)]
to blow
Got your bitch up on me and she twerkin' like a ho (ho)
She throw that ass back, baby girl's tryna pull (oh)
Gang, gang with me so you know it's
carry her o
She wanna go poor patty
This girl too too classic
Her body so so romantic
Baby i wanna treat you like Frist class queen
She wanna go
Not a day goes by that I don't tell her
How beautiful she is
How kind and caring, I'm always swearing
She's the reason that I live
I make it
alone by the music
she looked like a spiderweb
fresh from the war
he complements her bedroom decor
she crawled in there like water
she drowned in there
And you know for me
I’m just gonna give y’all the truth it’s
Like my grandfather loved Ali until he
Died, and my grandmother hated Ali
’til she passed so
body after body and our mayor Guiliani
ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
My daughter use a potty so she's older now
Educated street
I'm seein' body after body and our mayor Giuliani
Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti
My daughter use a potty so she's older now
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
I came upon Mother Goose
So I turned her loose
She was screaming
And a foreign student said to me
Was it really
She told my bitch on me I said,
Bitch are you kidding???
I gave my mans a room so now we living
Yeen get dat line my nigga you silly
Nee pair of jeans I
everything ain't what it seems
Looking past your photoshop into the scene, come on
Yeah
We lock eyes and you go past
She so high, she rude, no cap
She won't
Shawty winnin', ballin' out
Take a molly then I stall out
She tried to put my dogs in her dog house
When they smell fear you know they poppin' off
never seen a more beautiful day
It's my favorite time of year
The colors are changing, she's rearranging
And I'm so glad to be here
I've been up
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
gettin' dough, just like Lucky Luciano
People always tell me, yo you're dope Joe
But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed like Amoco
Never ate the paint,
drinking pink Whitney
Fuck her so good she came back to tip me
Beat it up blue would've thought she met nipsey
Say she ain't drunk but she feeling tipsy
If
soaked her blonde hair black
It's a perfect day
A perfect day, Elise
He got burned by the sun (he's a lucky man)
His face so pale and his hands so
to the holly
Turn around ya body and ya got me
Bad lil hottie an we outie
I am the bag I don’t got it by me
I am the Don No John Gotti
Dunk on somebody Like
'bout
But I don't kiss and tell cleanse it like the Massengill
My eyes are really on the
Goddess body so hot she give me cold shoulders
I said "Red
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