Lyrics:
security stopped the blood merger
Now she stood further (a bit)
She make my legs sway, thinkin 'bout how she would beg, a
Nigga usually payed when she
security stopped the blood merger
Now she stood further (a bit)
She make my legs sway, thinkin 'bout how she would beg, a
Nigga usually payed when she
When it gets messed around with I?m the one, one
Uh huh. Uh.
[Jim Jones Talking]
I swear it wasn?t me
I swear that wasn?t me
I swear it wasn?t me I
tonight
All the while I'm hopin' she would inhale
So I could be like Michael Jackson and enjoy myself 'cause
(All I wanna do is make a tuna melt)
When
thongs
Leather miniskirt with the oriental draw
Little Mary Pong is RAW
She says "I want to make your girlfriend look good"
Start buying all your Louie
the name
When it's Too $hort baby, ain't nothing plain
Dangerous Music on the microphone
Makes you wanna break your hip bone
Might break your leg,
rang now
Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggas all up in your face
The music is thumpin' and you're
Pa**ion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player
Yea...
Fuck the cars
Fuck the clothes
Fuck the hoes
Fuck the gold
I make music
Cause when all of that goes
And there ain't nothing more
I still make
All I know is when she got low a nigga lost it man
You got my thang on swole back dat ass up
Girl you got my thang on swole now make dat ass drop
You
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every
cries out with joy
When he sees the rubber toy
Twists his ass with horny pride
The dildo runs on dynamite
But mrs Jones she doesn't know
His
it seems my passport looks like those sandwiches made out of them ice creams
And when Jack Frost comes around we bounce to the other side of the globe
to the angel eye, and paint pictures
With a pen, for the saints that die
Why you happy go lucky, off of record label lies
I make, rebel music, verse
to the angel eye, and paint pictures
With a pen, for the saints that die
Why you happy go lucky, off of record label lies
I make, rebel music, verse
again
Feels so good to have a muse again
Like it brought my heart back where the music is
Baby, I could be the Jack to your Rose on this cruise ship
Our
through my life
So I might have to do it on me jack jones(Jack jones)
They say ‘Morgan you’re doing so well’
But they still won’t share my tracks though
right)
Snapchat notification from a blonde dyke (blonde dyke)
She say my music got her thinkin' 'bout swithin' sides, yea (go 'head)
She said she tryna get
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
call on it when they need to
It's called the ego
Ay, it's hard to really make the subject positively stated
Some may hate it and some may overrate
a minute"
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in
a minute"
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in
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