Lyrics:
it gone
Yeah I wanna be enriched but I feel conned
By boris eating cocaine laced scones
Pass me the baileys
And pass me the snow
I'm boris johnson
I'm
(rap intro by derick johnson)
Dangerous lover
With the blue-green eyes
Slides into the room
He's got trouble on his mind
Maybe you're misunderstood
Cancer Season finna run up
In your house, angel number
Shake n Bakin, Ricky Bobby
OG Bobby Johnson hobby
Breathe into it, kamikaze
Bomb the industry, watch
in a bodybag
21 with a switch on it call it chris johnson new york jets
Why the fuck you call it that that switch make that bitch shoot out facts
When
Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.
Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty
leading a mobile patrol it was 1972
(What’s that sound?)
A massive explosion a hundred yards in front
Of Johnson's vehicle brought the patrol
To a halt
up in a platinum Benz
Throw your whole mood off on accident
That nigga Syl switch moods but his raps on ten
I got a problem with acknowledging my
to rock it
I just keep flowing and flowing oh yeah now that's a faucet
I got deadly 32's just like I'm Magic Johnson
Yeah
There are hoes in the US, tons
hit the MPC instagram no caption
Don't steal my energy I won't let you get a fraction
Jack Johnson with this action
No cap we the pack from the left
it I had em all
She grabbing on my arm and she mad cause I didn't call
I can't do that shit lil baby I'm that nigga baby
Wanna catch up with a nigga
make you think that it’s yours
Now that’s the real definition of sneak diss
I’m Silky Johnson’s left hand
Coming like the next trend
It sucks cuz I’m
Let's dance! Uh
(Yes ma'am
Is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance?
Uh yea ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight.
Where we going?
I'll
with some passion
I say some shit by accident
But you won't catch me crashing
I'm like Kevin Gates when it come to napping
I ain't ever tired
I don't get
They have sleep paralysis
I don't really know how to rhyme that with dialysis
But I'm doin' it anyway
I'm not here to promote war (They say that)
I'm
spittin workin on my tracks
Weak shit never lasts
I've been roamin
With the lost
You wont catch me
On a path
And its johnson ford dixon
If you niggas gotta
smothered (what?)
It's dark and I love it (uh)
Get him, boy, let him loose (come on)
You want it with the dog or the gun? Let him choose (come on)
Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.
Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty
smothered (what?)
It's dark and I love it (uh)
Get him, boy, let him loose (come on)
You want it with the dog or the gun? Let him choose (come on)
Tricked, With, Disservice, Tragic, Constant
Amaze odds like, Earvin, 'Magic', Johnson
Saboteur gremlins, Never learned compassion
Can you imagine?
Y:John Quincy Adams was number six
And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicked
So Jackson learns to play politics
Next time he's the one that
The night was cold but the blood was warm
By her body on the floor
And I think I could still hear the steps of the one
Who took off with her soul
It
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
watched as the world exploded
Fuck covid
Boris Johnson you're fucking hopeless
Covid-19 or should I say a fucking slag
It's the same as BLM, a bit of a drag
owe my scale an apology
Dealt with all the animals like I graduated zoologie
Always at the crossroads Jack Johnson's flow
About to steal the devil's
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