Lyrics:
spot em then I drop em
I got 9, then I add 30 like nigga what's the problem?
Can't love a hoe just being honest
We got shots just like the Johnsons
Not
Wanted man by Lucy Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town
I've had all that I wanted of a lot
I've exaggerated my life so much, its drama. Spank Dwayne Johnson's butt and scream "I've hit the rock bottom"
I'm sorry, its just me, i'm never gonna
me the dice, you know I'm gone hit
Gabby Douglas when I'm flipping the brick
Magic Johnson make the money do tricks
Codiene got me feelin so sick
Tryna
with noise
So many words of love and theft
I felt like I hadn't done anything yet
And I felt like I had nothing left
Robert Johnson met the devil
myself with you
I've been sitting with the pain just like my mama asked me to
I got drugs all in my system
Aye don't judge the way I move
I be to myself
world got you sucked up
Oh world, tough love
I'd like to take this time
New York City
Man, what the fruck's on?
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my world
Pink 50's I like to keep a balance, huh
I just got some intel up from Johnson at the Office, yeah
I came back from Nick and damn I never thought I'd top
a lot more than Hank ever did
I've done the down and out in every dark end dive
But I'll never get out of your love alive
Sam Cook met the woman
it to me)
I drove the Porsche for no reason, I know it's rainy out
She fell in love real quick but we just hangin' out
I got all kind of shit, I
Hey there ladies, Johnson's free
Who got the law, who got the love to keep a man like me?
[Chorus]
I said, oh na'n'na na
When I die, don't you
to me
Don't think about losing me, its gonna be harder than that
You're gonna have to learn to love this Old Hat
Written by: Trevor Austin Johnson
a whole lot to say
But Pressa ain't got nothing to say
Niggas wanna play, let's play
And niggas want to snake, let's snake
Get shot by the man in B
And we
to eat something
So what you got a man, girl we could be something
You love to gossip, we love going hunting
You ain't my opp, you just hating for nothing
don't got to feel like I'm failing
But my chances are bad like Johnson and Johnson
I can't stop thinking about rhyming and violence
There's something
with that lake
Shootin' from half court got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked
And after I got kicked out of my mom 'nems
I swear it feel like
(All my life I had to fight)
And I'm about through with the nonsense
I love the West
But
a blaze some of Robert Johnson's ways
But don't you come around here 'less you love rock n' roll
'Cause the hipsters down here ain't got no soul
Feel
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Girl, I've got some chocolate
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Girl, I've got some chocolate
like it or not,
Said I'm a family man, holding onto what I've got,
I'm a family man, right by damn,
I finally, find out what I am is a family man.
Should I die by your hand
I forgive you in advance
Only, I might cry
For the souls you damned
'Cause you couldn't understand
Why one might love a man
They say that sleep is the cousin of death so I be up gotta flex shine
Me and my familia on set time bless mics thirty minute naps for us to get by
got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Girl, I've got some chocolate kisses
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