Lyrics:
Sammy and Katie went a little too far
In a Johnson grass out behind the barn
Now he ain't got the money for gas
Or a ticket out West
There's
Corvette
Monty lowering his head
Malcom in the middle
cnzolone n we added Jack
Jacobs bout to buckle up
Gardner Johnson on the grass
Champions cuz we
around
I mow Mrs. Johnson's yard when the grass gets high
And I make every meeting every Tuesday night
But I long for a sweet release
And I can almost
a camp fire we gonna smolder a little grass
But watch out farmer Johnson's got salt shot to pepper you
Johnson's got his shotgun runnin' naked through
Sittin' in my F-350
I know where to park, way out in the dark
Where the stars shine down so pretty
Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson's Lake
give up
No no
Mr. Johnson
Hot dog love song
Unicorn mountain
He ain't never go'ne stop
No no
Tap Dat, Tap Dat
Yeah I Tap Dat
Tap Dat
Yeah yeah
Cheese
Mark Olson
CHORUS:
Nobody told us we should steer clear
There's mud on our feet and the grass
It tastes like turpentine
Down at Ben
cap, good gas
Too green, banks look like grass
Big trap. Opps on my ass
Johnson. He's on my ass
Good Gas, Good cash in a big bag
Don't snatch, my shit
Levi Johnson was his name he made his mama proud
Grew up in the swamplands in the everglades down south
A fishing pole and rifle were his only means
codeine dreaming
It ain't what it seems, under pressure they be leaving
Take a snake up out the grass for every goal I be achieving
Sticking with my
Turn my bedroom
To a function
In a minute
Magic Johnson
In his prime
Grant their wishes
All my woes
In my past
New beginnings
Ive popped off
Ive been
Shout out Angry Birds
Me and my grandma shootin' nerds
Little Uzi Vert
Beats his girlfriend xd
(He did what?)
My homie Jim Johnson
He ran a red light
it like I'm minin in your ass
Yo
This beats big brass
Wanna go smoke some grass and have class?
Wanna go smoke some class and eat grass?
Gotta go
don't nuttin move but the money
Ayo strong arm that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his
Still don't nothing move but the money
Aiyyo strongarm that kid right
There with wavy hair
Billy Johnson snatched him out his
Whip in Times Square
Took
all frantic
When I'm rapping they all panic
Like walking through tall grass
Cuz I'm a tick tick tick
Mother fucker I'm a time bomb
Fuck fame I blow up
bombay while she clean off my Johnson
I don't need your top ten
I do what my pops did
And break off my moms still
The realest niggas out here
When they
to Jack Johnson maybe The Red Hot Peppers
Ya'll ever met my family
Boy we a dandy
Everything we been doing is what ya'll probably fancy
Back bar at Fat
your immune
Provided by Johnson and Johnson or Pfizer
Nightly sponsors on the tube
System on the fritz from malnutrition
Crooks run off with the riches
a chicken
And I don't play baseball
But I got a bat if they fucking pitching
Snakes in the grass
Snitches in the system
Man am on a mission
Tryna write bars
shit
Let me get you on the Johnson and Johnson
Pharmaceutical list
Since you wanna be a baby
Let me give you this product
Uh
Had to give you a moment
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint
In a broken window pane
A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway
I can almost read the name
A swing
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
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