Lyrics:
together
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
My whip is smooth, inside is sweet
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
Pb&J
She moving like Jelly say get in my belly
I eat it, I eat
Drink Kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now
That it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap
lay it down
I mean all the way down, leave a playa like you wide open
Ohh
[J.D.]
No I never had that before, so if you out here that's what I
In the corner by the D.J. unit
The flag of beauty my eyes salute it,
She likes love
By luck or labour
She likes love
But not for favour -
in
I'm not the car I drive, no
I'm not the job I work
You can't define my worth
By nothing on God's green earth
My identity is found in Christ,
Cootie in the chair, tical
You're all (Cry together) mary J, y'all
I need (Lie together) and Methical
To get by (Cry together)
(Like sweet morning dew)
Good morning
(Good morning, sir can I help you?)
Uh, yes do you have a copy
Of 30 Days In The Samarkand
Desert With The Duchess of Kent
By A e j
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
of
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Ow
Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind
'Cause you know I wanna get it in (ya mean?)
And tell me why
Gold chain and some J's like Nas in Illmatic
I'm so real, I'm something to feel, peel fabric
My folks kill, they hunt every meal, meat cabbage
and angels
Rat-a tat tat tat sent for ya
I major in your minisher
Left his ass holy by the minister
Immortal Kombat finisher
No time for a nigga
Got a strike
the seats, I don't even know Dodge
Get by smooth, if you play this shit smart
See through a fake, ain't no sense in playin' hard
Try to pop shit, better
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
would we be if they take our mics from we.
Or better yet strip on might itself
We done it before so I sit by the door
Those that claim but don't really
#verse1
C’est pas OK cerveau KO ao
J’suis tout poqué c’est le chaos
Monstres ont toqué j’ai dit ciao ao
Ils ont tout éteint bande de salauds
Appris
what I got, nigga don't watch that 'cause I
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Came up, that's
I want you
I want you
I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by
I wonder what the future holds for you and I
I tell my friends favorite tales
Anuel
El Princi
Nicky, Nicky, Nicky Jam
Nel Flow
Real Hasta La Muerte
J Balvin
Pero no me dices nada, mami qué te pasa
Por qué tan perdida,
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic-pig headed politicians,
All I want is the truth,
Just gimme some truth,
No short haired,
I'm sizzlin
It was writen and produced by me, Krizz, and Icy Roc
It's called Save Yourself, check it out
[Big Krizz Kaliko]
You can't get my money
L.A.
Just to give a little music to boo me away
Hey J.J. can you play Cocaine
Do After Midnight it's all the same
Oo-wee how did I lose
Talkin'
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
the
best fucking band in the world.
[K:] Well yeah me too!
[J:] There’s no point in doing it if we’re not the best.
[K:] Well s’true. I agree with that.
[j.d.]
Come on, come on, come on
I wanna hear that shit bump, bump
You know what I'm sayin'
Who ya know with the big cash flow
Beats hotter than
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