Lyrics:
Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
You need a subwoof' to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let
She wants shots
Lemon drops
Red headed sluts
Keep em coming don't stop
Till we drop dead Fred
Pass out in bed
And by bed, I mean anywhere you fall
one two
And that's like touch and go babe
More like York and Cole J
Call your favourite rapper
Till young fire old flame
How can I write a verse
When
the truth
It's a shame
You went that way
Ripped off my breaks
And now I'm J. Gordon Levitating in the booth
Truth
Who gonna kick it like dude
Lu-Kang better
a good girl who cooking and does dishes who exercises in the morning and party and loves chillin
You right
Shorty be my perfect kind of wife
But im still
But an accessory in brutalities
And the mercenaries of a modern day Sodom/Gomorrah
The horror of the
5 o'clock follies
It's a morning to breed
once but I know she want more
In the morning gotta block her like Alonzo
Cause you know I gotta paper chase
She blew me then I'm out candles on the cake
never what you expect Achilles ain't die by sword
So in tune with the team our heartbeat starting to sound like chords
Been a long time since I rapped
money go stupid
I'm good in the hood like kool- aid
I don't play by the rules yeah
I been acting like I'm boosie
Thick baby show me that booty
White girl
I be in it to win it, whipping and whipping
I live in the kitchen, I hang by the stove
Eat with my fingers, I don't need utensils
I eat with my
(KimJ with the heat)
Everything you do hits a little different
You could be my wifey, whip it in the kitchen
I could tell my feelings but you getting
that I ain't scared cos me I dey
Tell em all to move way
Never had a new J
So I'm tryna get this money
Me I dey
Got an army on my back yh we don't play
but I can promise in the morning ima jump that buck
Black Benelli in the gmc
PTO from my J.O.B
BBD only fuck a D.O.E
Slick heads don't run past me
I
are proper vultures
Fucking thieving cunts that feed themselves by doing fucking nothing
Yet we'll vote them back in even though we know they're
by vision of my bone
Made me feel this chick was on
She said (I'm bored I ain't did nothin but lay round the house all week)
And so I said in my
money, don't save hoes, save your life, yeah
3am in the morning, got you thinking bout your future, bro
Can't sleep, you know why
You're going through
newspaper, looking at the front page
"A Drive-By At Three In The Morning
Kills One", at the same party that I felt the warning
That coulda been me or my homies
a caring thing
Living in calamities and calling on the terror when you hear what people rhyme
Watch the world decline
As I sit back with a j and live my way
on the court he looked like a Dr. J poster
flying high with an Afro blowing in the wind
wiping Windex, index finger rolls off the glass
then swish through
Had to get money, I had to get money
Spend in the night, make it back in the morning
I see your girlfriend, I eat her for munchies
Rasta man roll up in
Verse 1:
Yeah, it' thursday morning.
Packin' up the things.
I need for scientifical purpose. Yeah I know it is filthy.
Shit goes on, missing papers,
wanna' make you come, here and after (oh )
Love you in the morning
Love you in the night
Make you funk, funk, back, back
Feels so right
Yes
like you in their market
Well this our market
The more hate we accumulate the more we win
I'm trying to be the most hated by my forties then
Talking
watch over me
Know seh a nuff time, yuh hand full mi J
So me tuck mi Glock 40 in mi straight jeans
Yow, dem nah go like how me ah mek it now
Dem nah
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