Lyrics:
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
that’s hurting
Be careful with church’s
It's Saturday Worship
Not Sunday for Pope’s
To go give you that rope
Jesus he spoke
He’s the way that we go
So
and I
Yes I'm happy
And we're happy together
Now it take much to make me happy
Most times a smile from you will do
As long as I know you'll keep
together, girl
But now we're a little older
Can you hear what I'm saying
You are
Everything that a man would want his woman to be
Everything
You are
I'm like Ultra Man by the river styx
You know that all her pics are making me go ballistic
Checking out the quality of this little mix
When she's
you toast (bow)
Bitches want to have a baby by me, it's a no (it's a no)
Bitch are you dumb? (Whoa) go (go)
Anyway, can I fuck your friend
People who are being taken advantage of
By you and your lies?
To all separated couples out there who are
Cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR
YOU i wish
set the stu close by shore
You can hear the waves every time I’m pressing record
I believed In me when nobody believed in the dream
Learned to love
Revenge so sweet
Now my whole team count their blessings
Pope level
It's all in your mind
Just keep your eye on the prize
It's about time you listen Boom
take him by the collars look him in the eye
I'm stupidly happy
Now you're my defense
I'm stupidly happy
It's all making sense
I'm stupidly
know who you are
Tell this to your man you know who you are
Take this hook and make me happy
Take this hook and make me happy
Take this hook and make me
John the Pope
The M, A, C and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
You know
station
Wanna spread my magic all across the nation
Do it all day long
Today, I opened my eyes
And now I'm so happy and free
I've got my friends by
times are turned bad like the Evan's
Seen hundreds get wounded but like a thousand 187's
Everybody that was so real they were now phony
shit up make it bounce
Smoke this dope up by the pound
None of these lyrics written down
V10 whip it's way too loud
Big old racks they on me now
In
I'm Alonzo
I'm needing my money like Pronto, you subbed out the game, now your name is Lonzo
Nigga, I ride and I die, put it on my folks, can't trust
and believe me, eau
Sophocles, also Sappho-ho
Unless you know Shelley and Keats and Pope
Dainty Debbies will call you a dope
But the poet of them all
Who
are
Pass me a Cigar
Were you naughty
Were you nice
Guess we gon find out
Depending on what you got
Is what chu were about
No more going back
Cuz now it
our heads into the noose
And it just sits there watchin'
America, where are you now
Don't you care about your sons and daughters
Don't you know we
want sex
Nope, take off my shirt for the flex
Nope, now I need to see you less
Block your number now I might get some rest
Aye
If you are gay, get out
my ferry-ferry ya
And offer my soul to a fairy-fairy ya a-ah
Contaminated core memories in my bag
What used to be my happy place is now a red-flag
Okay I wanna tell you guys a little story
So listen very carefully cos it does have a moral
It's called Im so happy
Feel me on this one come on now
hating on me?
How many souls are suppressed by a payroll?
No time for yourself and you can't go
Shh, too much truth just lay low
Lay low, J Pope, shh
I want the
Ten piece hey I got me some now I don't give a fuck but uh huh yeah you
All ain't gonna know nothin' bout this O.G. shit
Unless you
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