Lyrics:
by me
yeah, for real
Skit
Figuero Jones
I just wanted to take the time to say that
after everything we've been through
you known and we've done
why these lames not in my lane bitch?
When I'm home alone think which of these walls I'mma paint bitch
I flex like Bones Jones when in the wrong I still
fuck with paigons we don't fuck with no hoe
On my grind I could do this alone
On my jones
yeah yeah
On my jones
yeah
On my Jones on my Jones how I'm
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
this the Don me and Bun.
I fuck with Mike Jones,
broke niggas stay at home,
we off the hook like Cokka Book.
Big Texas where its at,
Y'all betta
Men need everywhere in this last hour
No other name by which to be saved
And we're gonna shout it like this and say
Liftin up The Name
That's above all
on the boulevard
She met a man in a top hat
He said to call him Mr. Jones
He said a face like should be appreciated
Meeting you here well it must be fate
I got few
I need)
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (all I need, all I need)
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes
Order, huh
Yo, we at war
We at war with terrorism, racism, but most of all we at war with ourselves
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because
found him there in an old black suit
And on his face was a smile of content
But all the money they could find on him
Was a quarter and a copper cent
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus' name, Amen
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
dirty steps
Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
dirty steps
Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
Never had shit but I still want more
Kim Jones and all this Dior
Bros got a hem what that's for
What I said being in that movie no more
(Yeah)
didn't think I'd make it out
Once again saved by the love of my auntie house
First time in my life I witnessed a Versace couch
She make the struggle look
Lord of lords
Piece of the pie, or peace of mind, what's more important?
A lot of y'all gone hear me, but don't feel me though
This that look yourself in
day
Jesus You have made a way
All our problems in the grave
That's where they should probably stay
Your presence never goes away
You don't ever hide
you so incognito
And she wanna come back to mi casa
But the closest she'll get is this migos
Girl ima Don need some Julio
Catching bodies like Jones
ashes to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
By
mc-in-the-dick-kicker
Split personality lost in the glitz
All up in it for the arse and the tits
Don't be nice to me
Treat me like you treat your underlings
Mic fumbling
swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all
a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face
so*
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses,
*Jesus loves me, Yes I know*
as we forgive those who
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