Search results for 'one more try by josh kaufman' Page #6

can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with

don't trust none of y'all
And these hoes worthless by the gutter ball
Any beat I'm a fuckin' dog
I can't stop this shit for nothin' y'all
Bitches like you

write fact most the time cuz i fill my lines with most rhymes that i live by goodbye i don't need your hate, why would i try to make you to take my side

lie? Nigga tell me the truth
You know it's hard and you try not to groove
Man these niggas they stressing me, elderly youth
I want that presi like "Where

love that stuff
I need to smoke like one more blunt bitch im not high enough
Nigga who high as us?
We smokin on that special stuff
The shit you got ain't

(YJay made this)
(Chee on the beat)
(JOSH)

Shawty, love the way that I, love the way that I talk
Love the way that I dress and I fuck the best

you would settle for a small one
Or you'd take your parent's hands, for me it was dad
And slowly let go more and more as the evening past
If you've only

my pull up in a new shape
Can't get surrounded by blue tape
Need to get outta' here before it's too late
I should pull up on certain
Man that are too

, I pull up from long range
Try to, hesi and blow by, no way
I might, school you, in converse like Shae
This is, our game, real life no 2k no 2k

Even ive looked in the wrong place too
One day we turn to pompeii boof
Somedays i dont lock in stus
I just get high try to rendezvous

Get by this my own

a lot i'm on my shit now
I might jus need some oopsie poopsie jus cause I'm the shit now
And i dare a fuck nigga try me cause I'm walking with a grip now

a little thrift
Damn Josh you rap now
But I ain't talking about gifts
And I ain't talking about cliffs when
I say I leave you hanging
'Cause you bitches got

'm asking
Are you friend or a foe?
I'm so paranoid
I'm always on my toes
Josh are you happy?
I tell 'em I don't know
I was cramming up
In that Honda Civic

will not be held 
Putting more work in and tipping the scales
I found peace within and now I'm doing real well 
And the music taking off and now it's

cant sit down no more
I checked what’s in my bank
got no stress in its checks in
I would flex but I cant
we still going up josh rolling up and you know

code
More money more whips
More chains and exotic hoes
Niggas mad at me
Cause they jealous of the life I chose
That bitch get mad at me
But I told her

and the pills are broken
Josh Allen must be working at the store the way my Bills are growing
So I write it for the blind they can feel my poems
Deep down in

the camp tell em i can never lose
I'm more famous then a can of soup
They keep my shit on loop
You know Im the poop
You know Im the scoop
I gotta get that

stunts
Young and I'm wildin', (?) try him
He'll call me Retch but your bitch call me Bryan
In Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin'
If you catch

more, No more (No!)
No more, No more, No more (No!)
Not gunna let shit slide no more.
Don't wanna set things right no more
Not gunna let things by and try

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural

whatever bop

In mums whip
In da rear view tectives
And I'm with josh
They pulled up josh gave em' verbal
Put em' in der place like foster shops
I ain't got

really it's pointless my Bro (It's pointless)
So really it's Dumb (Uh huh)
Making more hits just for fun (Yeah yeah)
I two man step wid Bro got us booting

a plan
Mapped it out than I led the way before I knew the land
Too advanced they ask how you do it not how you doing damn
Who is them Josh makes the beats