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loan this dog
Paid back by our mother sisters
And brothers now Jonas yo
Big Spanish while the numbers
Spanish hocus pocus bro it's all bogus
So are we

They tried to keep you under but you came up from the bottom
Now this is your wave and this is the high way, yeah

Yaanong re tshotswe ka dikobo

need to play
Four deep in a black truck with my brothers, this ain't Jonas
JV locked in this time, he slidin' around, he with Dionis
I'm up, ten

team only came to a game
To shoot the bleachers up
You tryin' to keep it secret but
I made you wanna battle rap
And go from bouncin' balls to countin'

To my other brothers, even though they Hurd us
Learn to love our black sisters 'fore you make em mothers
Even when issues arise, work on it, love one

treated us
They want the buzz, we the light, they rely on us
They front us, real suss
We're not bros, Jonas
They call my bluff, trust, I'll run it up
No

family, my brother, my geezer, my akhis)
It's just me and my brothers

Yo, it's death before dishonour
It ain't just a saying, that's a rule we live by

right or wrong
Wrong how you died that shit hit different
Always kept it by yo side it's hard to think a nigga killed you
You was always on yo pivot how

out the whip I'm going loco (grrr)
Niggas keep saying I ain't social
Shit when I'm in the trap no photos
Bout to shake it up like a snow globe
They call

I know the way. Let’s float away from here. 


I wanna be on Vacation every single day. 
So I keep a Dirty Head and I need a shave.  
You can find me

the sharks without no fins coach 
What it is coach 
I'm taking these hits, I'm running a blitz 
But you didn't notice 
I been tryna get to you and tryna keep

We Riding

Dave East

Karma

2017

be outside when they say it though, oh (they outside)
Yeah, we ridin'
These niggas don't bring no money, like they say they do
Oh, oh we ridin'

Thing 4 U

Hook:
I’m not a Backstreet Boy or Nsync, I’m not a Jonas Brother but I can sing,
and Girl, I gotta Thing For You.
Beyoncé, Britney,

niggas eatin' no utensils
When I merge my mind with this pencil
Better dodge the ball like it's Ben Still'
Had a long road and it's been real
Can't nobody

numbers)
20k in 60 days give or take really gave I ran it up (Run it up run it up)
From paper plates to the steak set the table if it's beef I'm standing up

clutch)
Need a bad bitch down to do whatever, hit me up (ayy)
On the come up, y’all been sitting stuck (y’all been stuck)
Kept it real from the jump

Imprisoned
Music: Denis, Jonas & Martin
Lyrics Denis
My inner darkened mind appears in my sight
Iʼm neither bruised or dead but far from alive

is too much
Black enough
They loved it more
when my rap was tough
I'm plaquin up
Bigger performance
Turn you away from stoness
I'm 3 in 1
Call me Jonas

done it 
I love it
My words are like turds
I’m butt squeezin in public
was a nerd within the nerds
My heard 
keep ears buzzin
Like a barber Remains

Jonas
Still I pull up with all my brothers just to collect the bonus
So who you think she finna hit up on her phone when she lonely
I ain't her man, she

person, living or dead, or actual events, is purely Coincidental
This is a Shockocracy, this is satire, but Not Sees are real

It's not hard
To be a bard

offspring
Anti-vaccine is bringing back dead disease

His shit’s been debunked about a million times or so
But stupid fucking hippy dicks loved it from

soulless
Got 20, 000 on me right now
And you ain't notice (20 racks)
All of iPhones
I just picked it up from Jonas
I can teach you how to get some money
If

Hell yeah
E-A-Ski, CMT track
Hahaha
Yeah, Bullys Wit Fullys part three
Messy Marv, Guce, Fillmoe
Hunters Point, it don't stop, let's go

I'm