Lyrics:
This is church front, pew, amen, pulpit
What my people need and the opposite of bullshit
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This
know de truth,
I'm doin' fine!
Seventeen
Decisions in a row,
An' only five on points;
De res' was all K.O.
Jackson an' Johnson,
Murphy an'
What you wan do we could do what you want
What's a fight with a gun in my trunk
Big glah boom what the fuck is you dumb
Call up Bandz cause he good
Johnson
Not into dad jokes
But I’m tuff like bronsen
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
I pop Pineal glands
Not cherries
Still a virgin
And merry
Cause I’m rollin
lovin'
Can rearrange your life
And when we get it together, girl
You can be my wife
You see, I got this forty acres
Down by the Johnsons' creek
I
Summer stories that we own could become a film
We could watch it years ago on the DVD
There'll be the house my grandma sold
There'll be people we
Good evening, do you know any good monsters?
Did you ever swerve your car
At today's top speed
Of thirty-five miles an hour
Into an automobile?
Do
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
This is Doodles Weaver in the pressbox
In Indianapolis for the races out here.
It is a beautiful day for
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And, by the way, your baby
Mamma sucks some good dick, suge
And on some real shit, cuz
You know what's happenin'
I'm just gonna crip on yeah
(This is
cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic
In every world
of yourself
This is the height of people's career" and I'll be convinced by everyone else
That I've made it
So hey Mum, look at me, I'm a star
Blacktrax
a youngin in the game
Coach
Just let a youngin shoot the J coach
Magic Johnson illest n***a in the game
That's why i ain't playing ohh
Isolation move these
Some people don't miss
That's me I'm people
Add this shit your playlist
I say she got that boomarang
That come back come back that come back
That
and then I fleed
You brought a army, I brought me
I brought a floatie, you brought a fleet
Best of seven, its a fuckin' sweep
I win by 20 every time we meet
And it goes 1, 2, 1 2 3 4
Happy days, happy days always
I put my hand up when I see you in the hallways
Its all good
Turn the music little louder
Sing while I wipe down the awning
Hey y'all, good morning
Ice cold piragua, parcha, china
Cherry, strawberry, and just for today, I got mamey!
Like wait wait what
Should I sign a deal that's only four figures
Man I got my mind sealed
Entourage only good intentions
People who are keeping me
the cost is
I turn people into human sauces
Did you just pee in your Johnson's
That's disgusting
Gross
Fantom
Hit you up in a drive by
Watch Chucky on SyFy
need to switch up on the game, like
Wait, let me be real
Hip hop is in a good state but I feel like
Lot of rappers ain't takin' it serious
Who even
find the truth
Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red
She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said
And that's Johnson
He's always on some agro frat
Life)
Man, all I'm trying to do is just drive my car
Turn my beats up and rhyme these bars
But even when I abide by laws
You run my plates just to find my
rack
Spilled my drink on you on purpose so we could have a good laff
Watch some flick
Cuddle, play
Watch that chick
Sip champagne
Clothes off
'Cause some people chase the world other people let the world chase them, yo
We run, we run, we run the world (Get high)(Yeah)
Yeah, can you hear it?
I
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