Lyrics:
I bring it to you
El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya
I wear Versace like it's Nike, you don't like it, do you? (You don't
Turn it the fuck up around this motherfucker
(Tretrax I think we got one)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
When you gon' let me fuck, Ms. Parker?
Ms.
2 Hate
The J.R. Ewing of Seattle
It's The Man You Love 2 Hate
The J.R. Ewing of Seattle
Lady listen, Do I really make your man that pissed ?
mamma's drawls
[JR:] You keep bouncin like my balls off the walls just because
[JR:] You want a piece of what I got plus a sack of my pot
[JR:] Think you
the deal
If I'm ever in a pickle, you know Ray Ray know the dill
And I love it when he eat it, cause I'm Ray Ray's favorite meal
Every time they ask his
Lloyd, Randolph Evans, Arthur Miller, Eula Mae Love
Michael Jerome Stewart, Eleanor Bumpers, Yvonne Smallwood, Mary Mitchell
Nicholas Heyward Jr., Frankie
So how do you feel about psychedelics
Umm, how do I feel?
I like them personally
Yeah, they're cool
I prefer my drugs from the ground
Do you think
like I thought you seen (?)
(?)
(?)
I'm a boss (?)
(?)
(?)
Cause I'm a mad man
(?)
Put you to sleep like the sandman
Give me the throne, I
on Watoo
Dude, you done broke fuckin' code
I'm finst ta dump drop clip, dump, drop, clip, reload
Be like I can motherfuckin' explode
talkin' about I
Me name, Jr. Gong, me tellin' you
Youngest veteran, me tellin' you
Me name, Jr. Gong, me tellin' you
Youngest veteran
I man say excuse me for
Me name, Jr. Gong, me tellin' you
Youngest veteran, me tellin' you
Me name, Jr. Gong, me tellin' you
Youngest veteran
I man say excuse me for
to my stomach
And there’s nothing you can do
You gotta love him (You gotta love him!)
It's
J.R., Jimmy Recard!
Raise your glass for the king
greatness (Uh-huh)
My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough. (Uh-huh)
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the Writer Of Writers
Right now, I don't know
A Cop, Cuff Her To The Bed Like A Criminal
She'll Say Damn I don't Think I Can Eva Get Rid Of you (J.R.)
I Want you 4eva Wit Me. True
You Must Love Da
leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down
noooow
Talkin all freaky when I see you
You better be ready
You can get it Right noooow
In the kitchen by the stove just like R.kelly
You can get it
Hey there miss Parker
I met your daughter
And she looked just like you
I stopped by her apartment
We started talking
All I can think of is you
(r. parker, jr.)
Had a nice time
I enjoyed the picture show
When you walked me to my door
I knew I wanted more
When I asked you in
It was already
look so lovely
Woman I would like to let you know just how this man feel
And express myself so the secret reveal
Gal me love you like how Georgie
lookin' for a buzz to get hot
Now they comin' over to battle rap
What the fuck we look like, Love & Hip Hop?
(I got somethin' you gon' like...)
My new gun
where are you takin' me too huh America
Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
[KRS One]
YES! Chillin in the place right now
Harmony and Heather be Ms. Melodie
DJ Jamal Ski DJ Kenny Parker
And of course we are gettin
you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
So I was like aight, yo, can I get into it? (Uh-huh)
My crew down to do it, if she gonna pursue it (uh-huh)
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