Search results for 'that what a pimp does by juicy j' Page #49

no filter
So, start rolling those J's, making your plays
Getting ready to start the weekend, man. You know what I'm saying
It's Friday, man. We about

sweet bitches seem to only love flakes
Fuck
Without that pain I might be stuck
Fat bitch wife four kids
Livin' in a house pulled by a truck
Check to check

up
You show out
I don't really need that shit
Bag on swole
Could prolly fit my bitch
Trying to tell you what
I'm On Worth M's
Need the load
Coming in

B was a good man
He was also stuck
He only knew what he knew
Always bout that action

They didn't leave a witness down on the corner
He ain't have no

like volcano
That's what happens when you're fuckin with the J. Rose

Oh, let's go
Ayo, this John Anthony baby
Celebrating 35 years of one of my favorite albums Radio by LL Cool J
So it's time to bring it back with this

swear it hurts so damn bad
Cus I miss what we had
But I know you won’t change
So there’s no going back
And I know that it’s over
I know I should just let

like the bond that never breaks
So what the fuck is on my plate
Dinner not a date
You ain't eating tonight
A little bit suspicious
I'm about take action

the game, ain't a rapper like I
How you flexin' with a chain that you really ain't buy
How you travel by a plane, but you really ain't fly
Gotta stay fly

eye contact with me
You got a girl in your arms but she doesn't know what we do in my room when the moon gets low
You got me fucked up by these games we

everybody saying you ain't got what it takes?
Life is my bitch I got her by the neck
Now watch what I do with this check
Blow off the money in clubs (Clubs)

Yeah
​Pretty young thing, living everyone's dream
​The day goes by, growing old than the year goes by
​Living life through the eyes her mother never

I'm dreaming
Could it be that I'm charmed today by your side?
What a way to go

I'm blushin'. seduce me
Need me. Teach me. choose me.
You can use me but

that personifies the
Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle

The 1950s is known as the Decade of Conformity
Ironically, the counterculture movement is a major

trying to relax to feel good
And write some new lines
Why does this time keep on flying by
And i'm losing it with nothing to do and stuck in my same room

nothing
With that death in my eyes
Ain't got shit on my mind
Azi feeling like a zombie
With that gun by my side
What do I do
How can I prove
All of my

slurs
Don't you even dare to explain what's called remorse!
(Worse)

Verse 6:
They said that deeds taste more than treats.
I thought the diversity o'

"Oh Well"
Lyrics by: Timothy Donovan, Jr. (Timmy J)
Music by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr., Jason Dubbord, Ricky Pivin, and Ty Carpenter

I seen the people that I love turn into fakes
Got my own kin talking bout me
Even thought it was my fate
Got a big heart for you niggas
It get hurt

the bible on the shelf
Some people say that doesn't help
But what does i guess cuz he uses us
As his guidance telling him how to feel
Instead of learning

that it’s bottled shut, but floodgates are opened whenever I start to question why. 

Why me? Is it just bad timing? Does unconditional love exist or is

Three k to my name
Ima double it
Feeling broke but still blessed
On some other shit
What if luck is just karma
If thats the case
Top of the mountain

Yeah, some of my friends are memories

And sometimes it gets to me
But I know what I gave up
I know what I save up
I know that if I try hard enough, then

Could tell by how I spit that I ain't regular
I'm preaching like a reverend, Rev-in up just like an engine
Like vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
There he go,