Lyrics:
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
from kings
Raised by the queens
Pushers serving feigns
Leaving bodies on the scene
Prostitutes blouses
Red dice bouncin'
Broken crack houses that
I'm my daddy son but I can't give my daddy that title
Like a fall from heaven, I am legend landing in fire
When it rains it pours, the way it seem
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
I'ma be a legend when I die
Girl, I'm getting lost, you can find me in the sky
Everything is fucked, wanna know why?
I gave you my everything, you
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live,
Words and music: john jack jr/Ian McKaskie
2017 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Vocals, instruments and all other noises by john jack
*Each
been lonely before, but I never felt so all alone
In a house filled with strangers, and there's no paper in the john
When I got the invitation from my
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
balling like I’m John wall
Knock it off
Catch him slipping
We gone knock him off
What’s the cost
Call the plug and we gone buy it all
She thick and small
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
your something from
Mi woulda put you under house arrest and rob your kitty pan
Straight pon di breast yeah, a weh mi put the hickie pon
Pum pum nice
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
some rhymes
I'll stall you an album
Big baller all smiles
I'm movin I travel
No hackin no foul
You pussy you cattle
She like my dirty worm John an Kate
Yeah i'm smokin' on that loud, bitch its that home grown fuck
Watcha talkin' bout i gotta whole lotta blue money an it super long
Never leave the house
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
First off, you know what it is if you heard Scoob
Crime solving dog, well you know I ain't no Blue's Clues
Who knew, rap could come this easy for
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
That shit is sexy to them
Counting money staying humble
I told my mama left the house
Just to go be a legend
Gotta show me love
When I hit your city
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
care bout no blue tick
Hustling for my dawgs got me feeling like I'm John Wick
Come from a place where houses built with Cement Brick
Come from a place
Never thought I'd be rappin' on the cypher
This a blessin'
Never thought I'd be rappin' for Premier
This cat's a legend
Never thought I'd get picked
the house, she always tend to start shit
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes
By those that were slow as molasses
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