Lyrics:
gonna meet
That very afternoon
And they were sure surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard
ch yeah, ah yeah
cll summer and all winter nigga
We takin' spring off though, hit Hawaii
Find some bad bitches who say they like me, even if they
Spanish girls appeared said they were studying far
One grabbed my hand, I’m trembling, she said
“You can be in love but don’t get to lost,
know that not
(true)
This is true Manchu, and who you, fams too?
Better have they face in the game like the Blue Man Group
I know you smell me (woo), I make it funky
that time I was working with ah, with ah, Chick Webb's band. And
here's the right lyrics to that song. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Looking for my
why I love her, spent twelve bands on bae birkin
Then I give her magic Johnson, call me the new Ervin
Just copped me a new Chevy, money maneuver
hating
Some call me daddy cause I treat 'em like my daughter
They'll rush out my name and refer to me as Posi'
When I make love I come with like a kamikaze
I
nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
(Listen)
Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks
Big Macs, fat
pitchin' like Randy Johnson
Rearrangin' the constants
For an effective cause
They satisfied with they hand
I'll rather sell the cards
You in the mind
hate the thought of war
They'd rather kill them off by peaceful means
Stop calling it aggression
Ooh, we hate that expression!
We only want
They love me
They say now pass the ganja to the left hand side
Flipping in the Range Rover blowing past the one times
Hit me with the
Bubble
may look tonight,
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea,
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might
cookin’ either
‘Cause they the ones who thought
I wasn’t bustin’ my heater
Well, I fuckin’ Will, bitch: August Alsina!
I’m the best in this
Shouts to my
time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is
time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is
flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gang bangers at the B boy shows
With the cops trying to control
time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is
need a check
And I rob nigga for that check
Nigga don't get no respect
Bitches be on me, they fucking who next
Bitches too thirsty, they can't get
the PTA was gonna meet
That very afternoon
And, boy, were they surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up
They shut down the mine last summer, we're gettin' by on welfare
It's Christmas Eve, I'm walkin' home, not a dollar to my name
Night is almost on me,
rap, by eating these niggas beats.
These bitches say that they love me, I told em that I agree
I told em I get em wetter, then water between the knees.
and signs for those who seek
When they said, Truly Joseph and his brother Benjamin are loved more by our father than
We, but we are a strong group, really
green '68 Pacer
Mad paper, high as a fuck
Truck, two rappers got stuck that night
I ain't saying no names, they know who, thank you for the change
green '68 Pacer
Mad paper, high as a fuck
Truck, two rappers got stuck that night
I ain't saying no names, they know who, thank you for the change
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