Lyrics:
boy sure knew how to moan the blues
Let's go back
Where the music's true
Merle and George Jones
No autotune
Am I the only one still wondering who
Who's
thirties
Was married to pops, wishing what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to come from a woman so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her
at me, peeping at my hood, man
No time to waste when you're up in the spout
'Cause there's too many boppers that make my cock block
So I git myself
""Whatever It Is
written by Joe Jenneman (2019)
She came down from Chicago
Said she wants to be a star
And they got some blank ones
Sitting there
Bozzio: Wait a minute . . . a tinge of doubt crosses my mind when you say that you want to make a deal with me . . .
Frank: That's very, very true . . .
I got the keys
Pull up, west side
Riding the vibe I'm so good with it
You got the eyes
Right by my side
Lil mamma so fine she so cute with it
She got
Lil nigga from way back
Keep playing he gone make yo day jack
Pop a xan foe I smoke and just lay back
Put the plan all together then make that
I'm
music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
Music makes the clouds roll by, baby
Your music kissed my tears and set my eyes
Your
throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
understands that i'm not Perfect
I'll try to be her Jay z
She can call me captain Jack Sparrow
When i'm in the middle of her sea
I'm so hot, not even Tommy Lee
played my shit
Some of that club music shit
Make the girls wanna freak
Back it all up on my d*ck
See it's on tonight
Trying to leave with something
that's a red flag (woo)
Jada out here still makin' Will look stupid (she is)
She said when he fuck her she don't like the way that he do it (aww)
I'm
A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
and every time
Cus' when it comes down to, me and you
She says I'm like a country song
The kind that makes you wanna sing along
Windows down and the music up
to make a better product than i am
Truth Jones is the exact Subtraction of lying
I will NEVER steer you wrong
It's not in my column
Got my masters in
Halloween
My enemies ain't got no backbone
If I got to do it on my jack jones lets go
We catch a vibe then we're locked in
And after the nut she says thank
don't tighten up, he gon' end up in a LooseLeaf
We ain't throwin' hands, I'ma make him use them two feet
Up seven figures, when you talk you think I
Jack's got a suit and tie
Jane still thinks that he's a pretty nice guy
But she left him a while ago, things got strange
Jack got into banking
niggas is deadly, they pray for coke (woo)
I got niggas deported that's like Haitian Jack (six)
With Trump in the office they'll never make it back
John Jones
I got the mild for the low from smokin' plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip like my patna Maceo
I'm shinin' on my haters, signin'
(skrrt)
The Audi go by, yeah (what?)
Me and T-Jones gettin' high (we do)
All these bitches want a bite
I don't know why (a what?)
Uh, wait, I took your lil'
make it home
Back then on my Mike Jones
Now days wont leave me alone
Break a pound get in my zone
Smoking loud til my eardrums blow
Not a alien but still
know that you keep me from feeling blue
And you make me happy, when everything I do gets me in trouble
But river can rock, river can roll
River can
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