Lyrics:
hot and she feel like a queen
I promised her, I'ma give anything, put the pipe in
In a magic hole, where the fuck it been
Baby let it go, where
No phones it’s just me and you tonight
No phones it's just me and you tonight
California
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jonathan Johnson
it with me
You can give the thumbs up
Got one girl, and she my world
I don't need another girl
Think she from another world
Broke that young shit,
or mercy Johnson
I don't discriminate but if I had to pick one scene
And my life was a movie you'll know I'll risk it all though
Please tell dj cuppy that
This is 1985 meets the hover board
That was Bobby Johnson potato, just the underscore
Think deep, but don't let it fry your motherboards
Dip teeth, so
Small Dog
Writtern by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jonathan Johnson, Luke Wild
In the corner you don’t really got much to say
Know you probably move
The Ballad Of Jimmie Johnson
Hey mate can you spare some change
Hey mate can you see my pain
I don’t think so, ooh ooh ooh I don’t think so
Hey
to pull out from under my sleeve has my heart on it
Rest in peace to Bertha Johnson, me and your son just blew a blunt down in Larimer for you
I pray to God
the crowd start going, you can't tell who cheering or booing
From the bottom, we climb
I swear to God, my nigga, we fought for it all
I got slimed by my
ayy
I don't need help, nothing new I go by Disco, who are you
Got me sayin', what's up? Like I'm Martin
Soon be in the rich culture sweater on my waist
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
Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high.
It's reported you've been drinkin' and runnin' round with men and goin' wild.
And we don't believe you
Don't you know I really love you
Here's my life, it's yours today
Help me chase the blues away
(Repeat chorus)
(Instrumental break)
Know these words
(Jame's Baldwin speech)
This black don't crack
We've been handed out ass whoopings so it's time
That the black bust back
Now the black girl mad
Damn
people when they all can't ball
The pain..
I wish this pain, would go away
I wish this pain, would go away
I don't wanna give no more pain
I wish
people when they all can't ball
The pain..
I wish this pain, would go away
I wish this pain, would go away
I don't wanna give no more pain
I wish
ain't got Magic urban Johnson sheets
So niggas wrap it up
At least more than three
(Flashing) From my head to my toe
Big chains make me glow
Even with
you're not in control no more
And you give it all away
Would you give it all away now?
Don't let it come apart
Don't want to see you come apart
Conscientiously connect in streets
He rep different
Don't say much, he flex different
It's Del Amo bred
See this that land downhill from city limits
Built by
a nissan
Kickin it with toon push the envy to the weak side
He told me don't quit on it just yet Just told me keep trying
But I keep crying wonder if
name
Jacuzzis were his claim to fame
And you would probably do the same
If he did it to you
His name was: Bob Johnson the hot tub king
He's your man if
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Dot dot dot dot
Come on
Immaculate flow
I'm the best and you know it
Don't lie bitch
Niggas and bitches just aiming to me
I
Never makin it past the blinds
I was slighted by porch lights
Curtailed them for fair assumption
Distractions not welcome
Least to the lonesome
Least
Why did I waste my time
Two steps I don't rewind
Feeling I can't define
I give back to you
(Give it all away)
(Take it all the way)
(Give it all
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