Lyrics:
go Johnny's
Things no dey funny
Na by all means
No do coni
Shey you said you luv me
No go burst my bubble
No dey search for trouble
Ti's not a cause
wanna learn boom,stay tune to thizz
hoochie mama freaks,get yo man
and show them niggas how to do the thizzle dance
dance,thizz dance
thizz dance
wanna learn boom,stay tune to thizz
hoochie mama freaks,get yo man
and show them niggas how to do the thizzle dance
dance,thizz dance
thizz dance
Hoochie mama freaks,get yo man
And show them niggas how to do the thizzle dance
dance,thizz dance
Thizz dance
Thizz dance
Can ya do the thizzle dance
Thizz
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"
My
with caution
It ain't safe keep the fifth by the Bible
It's a home invasion when the boogeyman Cometh'
It ain't safe, for no man woman and child
"Dance"
Was only 7 years old so how'd I understand the man
Let me act a fool I'll show you who I am
Let me play it cool I'll show you where I stand
We don't
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
BUT COLD BEER, HOT SUMMER NIGHTS, GOOD GUYS WINNIN’ FIGHTS,
FRIDAY HITTIN’ FIVE, CASHIN’ THAT PAYCHECK
BORN IN THE USA, ADVICE MY OLD MAN GAVE
AMAZING
Let's slow dance to yo favorite songs
The night is young old jams playing in my home
You a star no Patrick but shout out to my homes
Especially
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
fucking head)
And as I count the ways that I've
Said "fuck you" to the man
I don't care who thinks that
I've sold out or not (I don't care)
Since going
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
a baby
I cannot understand
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants
In my hands
Make you dance
Fuck a no melody
I am the melody
Kill the beat
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
Oil stains on denim blues, at the shop by quarter to to six
She pulled up in overalls, a beat-up Ford that always stalled, and I could fix
The rust
notepad, nigga, hold that
I'm a G by myself, you've gotta hold hands
I've never been disloyal
Like to buss joke, but I've never been a joke man
I came
had a plan
Love was never heard to understand
But she was only looking for
A certain kind of man
And Johnny was a renegade
He would drink and fight
(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance, ho
Ho
(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance (ayy)
Same song, new dance, ho (man
to this beat is dire
If you get paid by your sugar daddy
Then bitch get out the way
If you a baddie with a paycheck
This is the anthem for paydays
If you
Yeah nigga Bergman Rose nigga
You already know what the fuck going on man
Outro to the motherfuking young rose album
Nigga I appreciate you for
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