Lyrics:
feeling down, give yer boy a call!
Weed, it takes the stress away,
thats why Bizarre smokes ten blunts a day.
It's nuffing but the sticky, icky, green
away (if you was my baby)
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)
I'm only one call away (if you was my lady)
It was
I've been tryna give it to you all night
What's it gonna take to get you all alone?
I just want you here by my side
I don't wanna be here, baby, on my
Don't go away, don't go away
Never go away, never go away
Never go away
So come on, let me give you what I've got
It's your turn baby
Show me what you
Ohh, me me me, please
Okay Jason go ahead, stand up
And give us the definition of the word Dictate
Ok?
You know Ms. Johnson, dictate
How's my Dic Tate
blow you away
Yo, I don't really know but somebody said
That the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head
And the police know that the green black
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
anybody knowin' and I would press record
And these people would wail away on each other man they would really go at it
And I captured it on tape. Also I
the man
Didn't give a damn, pain, that was my bad
Ten racks on the bed, it's nuts, I nearly climaxed
Life's like a movie and I'm watchin' it in IMAX
like my name is Flau'jae
Johnson and Johnson shots
My brother Nick will light up the whole block
Till it's fucking hot
I don't really care, just give
Rappers talking
He don't mind he laughs it off em
Back up off em
Warning he don't know,bitch we gone blow like the blast in Boston
Magic johnson we
system don't give a fuck about you
Everybody gonna die, gonna go one day, maybe it'll happen on a Monday
Drop into work and get hit by a Hyundai, fuck
too much to take
Don't give it away
Don't waste the pretty on life
Soon it's gonna fly on by
Whatever way you got to see
Don't waste the pretty
Don't
and Chris
Runnin' down full court
Fast break offense guaranteed they're gonna score it
Tryna get the quick point guarded by no one
They could get it Tim's
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
open, leave me open, leave me open
Leave me open like that
Whatever love we had
We need to get it back
Can we just wait?
Don't walk away
Don't
in agreement
Talk it up with the smith and wesson
We moving in silence
So don't be talking in this monastery
Jesus is king
So why you acting like
go home, u gotta husband
She don't wanna dance wit me, can tell the way I strut
Swing ya ByTch around in circles, I don't give a fuK!
Slap yo drink
put it to ya boy
Hope you got the scoop
Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the sluts with the big
some condoms
Instagram model at the hotel textin' me now
Want me to give her the Johnson
Damn, that nigga Baby on fire and it won't go out
They know
And don't give up the sauce
'Cause she ain't free
I grip my AK like a good
Watch my lifestyle just bought her a home for
She wanna take pictures am the hood
don't want me)
From far away
I can be your secret
It's gonna be fine
Let me love you from far away
High just smoke, I just smoke
What a world I create
I
fucked over by someone who said they fuck with you
The drugs in you got you feelin' gassed
If you make it to 30, I'll give you 30k in cash
She throwin'
Thank you, thank you If you made it by far to this part of the album
Thank you I just wanna thank you, yours truly
Thank you, Mack Johnson thank you
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