Lyrics:
and everybody get naked
This might be a nigga last record
But respect it cause I could do it all night playa
I'm all fight playa, you all spite playa
It's all
guess that ain't bad, oh, yeah
But it won't be me
All the bad news it might fly by
I think I might turn a blind eye
How dare you ruin my vibe, how dare
Intro:Tat Face
B DOT JONEZ! Whats Happening Homie?! Microphone Jones Get Em!
Verse 1: B Jonez
Sick Of these niggas
I just been grinding
to hide cash underneath that old fitted
The mag be extended don't make me offended
I'll go make a deal where I steal something rented
Might Pull up on yuh
If you can't see it wasn't meant for you to see it (See it uh)
It wasn't born it wasn't meant for you to be it (Be it uh)
They say you crazy where
Richardson police say they were called to the Apartments for a disturbance
A possible shooting around 7 p.m
But we are learning today that a body was found by
he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be
Even better leaving niggas kneeling
he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be
Even better leaving niggas kneeling
a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser
and police
I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end
All I want to do is smoke weed with my friends
Make ends
Anyday can be your last one
that's why
This is a national security alert
Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go
Back with the most venomous rap
It be the godfather of the club
aim to touch people and heal all the pain
Why are they? Always so negative all black and white
Designers might think that they playing pandas
They be
could make it if you try
Hold your head up high
You might touch the sky
Can't let life pass me by
You could make it if you try
Hold your head up high
You
Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom
Drive slow homie, drive slow homie
You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes
Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom
Drive slow homie, drive slow homie
You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes
bitch! Got a boo boo!
Leave me fuckin 'lone
Been by myself today, yeah
I'ma ascend to another world
I think I'll be okay, yeah
I tried to get in contact
of
All time, known by the acronym, GOAT
And by at the end of this dense
Poetic verse, which just dropped on Friday
Jay admonishes his would
Be judges
be matching my kicks
my jump off might hit my dance on that bitch
yeah we outside and we thick.
We just might smoke down your block.
We might bust
pops, police gave me back my mama
Today, I see a little peace, it used to be just drama
My niggas went from gettin' suspended to gettin' indicted
don't go it in me
I'd rather be by myself than be friendly
To a bunch of pricks just to be blending
I don't need the shit it's never ending
they know
I'ma be here forever (straight up)
Never fuck with the black and blue
Duck cause a nigga might shoot
Shocked what a nigga might do
Young nigga
he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be
Even better leaving niggas kneeling
of course he sides
With all the gangs these lames is extorted by
Switch lanes in the Porsche I drive
Let the police Ford Explorer by
Sirens screaming like
forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin)
Oh, my bad
And next time I show up to court, I'll be naked and just wear a law suit
Judge be like, "That's sharp, how
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