Lyrics:
don't need nobody else
I was in the kitchen water whipping, Michael Phelps
I was in the gym with repetition by myself
Niggas be fake with it
Got to get it
Out to lunch with lunch meat
The fear of being eaten by the sandwich
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto rooter
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Look out for the D12 R&B album coming soon
Straight R&B, straight R&B, straight R&B
Jodeci, we got you
Dru Hill, look out
Our
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
poison
In hospitals, shots rittle the block
Little children and elderly women run for their lives
Drizzling rain come out the sky every time somebody dies,
It's Warpath Records
It's El Charrou
Yeah Yeah
It's King George
It's El C baby
Let's get it
Yeah
The game ain't know I was coming 'till it happened
life
Just control how you respond to it
Baby I’m a king
When you bumpin me
It’s Don music
BLM on everything
We coming for everything
Tell em walk light
All our childhood dreams found a way to fade away
Tyler Perry movies dawg, and Michael Jackson videos
My aunt Becky passed on my pride, won't let me
jump out the ride or cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals
I'm in the Paris by the Eiffel
the steel
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them
the steel
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them
better
They want to lock me up or carry me out in a stretcher
This the time to rise to the sky, now we taking flight
Fighting for our lives, recognize,
heavy, and my vision blurred
Hella sweaty, and my words are slurred
Hit The Getty and I smoke a third
New Lamborghini parked out by the curb
What's on my
much, much too late
Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time
* original by George Michael
leftovers)
Plugged in with the green grower, lawn mower
I'm a Michael Fox, George Jetson, Elroyer (let's go)
I'm a space cadet, an astronaut, a Rockstar
I
as a skunk, she high than a plane
I tried to tell her stay home, but she wanna come out tonight
She said that she wanna go out, alright
She coming back
Johnson Avery ohhh
Michael Finley Nick Van Exel
Feel me like
Johnson Keldon
Little General
To the
Admiral 7 footer
Let's establish 95
MVP
Back out in 97
dogging out the lamb
Step up in the building it's a light show
Diamonds moon walking like Michael
Damn shorty wanna Nigga with them bands
Chops in the urus
dogging out the lamb
Step up in the building it's a light show
Diamonds moon walking like Michael
Damn shorty wanna Nigga with them bands
Chops in the urus
ho ho
Everybody say
And check it out now
Who is the cat eating out on the town? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And make the whole dining room turn they head
(Hey, ooh) don't stop, can't stop
Spizzy Spose in the house
We're gonna sex it out for
You if you don't mind let me tell you, girl
I like my sex by
And with the winter coming...
Crossing all the borders through the smoke of war and rain
Papers out of order on a military train
A coat, a bag, a baby,
the same
And it’s something more here
Gotta be the one to remind you of the score here
Lemme list’em out
George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Sandra Bland, Sean
India Kager. Kept their baby out of danger
Both shot by cops. Both wounds became fatal
Janet Wilson done wrong. I’m sorry that you are gone
I’m so hurt
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