Lyrics:
cool
Leader of the flow, always hit you with the new
Pina butter chicken snitch police my favorite
Mami try to hit me, she on my pager
Never ever
twisting up my Johnson
Ubers back to back they packed with baddies from the function
How the fuck my ex bitch gon ask if I'm in love
Man, I don't do
tryna Intervene huh
Ain’t got no time yea
I’m finna hit my prime yea
Ain’t got no time yea
I’m finna hit my prime yea
Im on the I-10 by 10 Mr. Johnson
I’m
have you (she can't either)"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox, but
She gave chase, she caught up
Johnson, I'm feeling nauseous, my head's throbbin'
Think of the mother and son, that were my targets
But they had their weapons, it was me or them, I'm being
love ya
Don't try to call me 'cause the ringer's off
Don't try to page me, my two-way is lost
I had a Jones for ya but it seems you lost
I tried to wait
clique
(Squad)
That nigga muggin' like he hard or something
Like he wanna touch me like my brother's son
Squad!
They say I'm rapping like I'm 'bout that
I
the voice they love the sound
So I do my thing stop watching me No matter how hard you try no stopping me
I say I do my thing stop watching me no matter how
rarely bring 'em out
He never did it like this, I took a different route
I paint a picture like Martin Johnson (Martin Johnson)
Towels by my sink
plans
It's 3am with my demons I'm downing shooters damn
I ain't want no love but I don't think that that's in Cupid's plans
Wockhardt on my jeans, I been
Hello, This is a prepaid debit call from
"Aisha Johnson"
An inmate at the cook county department of corrections
To accept this call press zero
Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. Floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
Well the way he spun his butterfly
outta jail from boston
She's on my Johnson she brings
My name up constant
I'm sitting on the counter blowing
Purp out my nose
Sometimes I really feel
she looked upset
She said, um
It's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you
she looked upset
She said, um
It's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you
stretch hand
Guru Maharaj, gon nbe legbe usher to mo Jesu t'oun gba
Sebi e say e sabi bend hand
O, Johnson, Ojae Maestro get fire
Scream adoration to my
home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Threw on my white socks, with my all blue Chucks
Raspberry beret, I think I love her
Built the way she was, she had the nerve to ask me
If I meant to do her any harm
So I put her on the back of my bike
know who isn't
Find out about the Syndicate by siphoning comms a little
Whip off white in my pocket, I'm the Virgil of television
Push all my niggas into
follow
Gone are the chains that were holding me
Gone is the person I used to be
Freed from the fear by Your perfect love
This is my exodus
This is
days I find my energy drained
So any will give love but the memories still seem to stain
Gloss over life with brush made from someone old for someone new
you can try to cite me
But I'm my only copy so you cannot plagiarize me
I'm in a class by myself
A league of my own
I'm in a class by myself
A league
Syde ways
Pour that henny out
And let ya mind fade My grind pays
Niggas say my name
And try to ride waves Nowadays
Makes me think what y'all gone do
If I
stunt puller from birth
So I don't know what to tell you
If I try to confess my love for, scones
I just wanna tell you real quick please shh
I love
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