Lyrics:
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
man
You tell em that's not all I can do. Tell em,
I can hoist a jack and I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too.
Ain't no machine can that's been
a dollar
I got a dollar hey, hey, hey, hey
Lil' rascal spit it like a scholar
Trying get the gualla all day, day, day
Lil' mama
Shining like the sunup
Baby
track, ain't no way they finna doubt me
These verses killing dreams, it should be a taboo
Man, I'm depressed, so I be staying with the blues
Ain't been in
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
rapper, don't you dare try
Anyone with a pair of eyes can look and see
No legacy will ever be next to me or near by
Though I invite you all to try, hey, I'm
a track
Learn to pick and shovel too and take my hammer
It'll do anything you tell it to"
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
to the left, the left, the left
Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick
Now walk it by yourself, walk it by yourself (here we go, hey)
And do the cupid
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
When you were Serving in your moms Benz around the town
I was lurking behind paper you know to improve my sound
My haters keep a close track on me
Hey
I said, Don’t you see baby hey It’s bound to be Someone in charge like me I’m hella gon’ tease
No no no ohh (ah)
CLAPBACK, wanna do it in
the late 80s, raisin' babies
I love her, God bless you, your body somethin' special (yeah)
I love to play connect the dots with your facial freckles
No
the late 80s, raisin' babies
I love her, God bless you, your body somethin' special (yeah)
I love to play connect the dots with your facial freckles
No
or not
It's that no mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas
ear
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears
By now, no doubt that we were heading south
I guess nobody ever taught her
stopper
More Chambull, number one club popper
Got a hangover like too much vodka
Can't see me with ten binoculars
So cool
No doubt by the end
a track star so she's a runner
Before you go here goes my number
Hit me up cause I'm a lover
Just know there ain't no other
So let me know
If you really
what you all about
Go head out get some take out
No doubt gyal you stand out
Oh girl you stand out
Ohhh
Me wanna feel you
Oh Gyal I'm into you
Ah Baby
Hey
Hey hey hey
Baby what you say
Hey hey hey
Whatcha fucking mean
Hey hey hey
I can't understand
Hey hey hey
I feel like flyest and
Can't
have no one, no one
Must watch you, I will watch you baby, go passing by
But you don't see me wrapped in the arms of
Somebody else when darling it's
the monk
Flip that bass, loud subs in the trunk
Hey, Space Jam when i play with the skunk
Pass it by, look fly with the dunks
Can not lie, i'm hella faded
[Sauce:]
Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
outta town,
ain't got no breaks to hold me down
Like a blind man on the dead end street I ride
Hey baby, high octane fuel lady,
Hot rod girl
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