Lyrics:
bitch gone be in it getting naked
The hoes call me J but my bro's call me V
Call me what you want but you can't call for free
She got a good brain call
rusher
Pas le temps de cooker
Most days j'peux manager aik un steak sur ma plate
But tonight ces l'Parkton
Back at home
Ej rentre dans la shower stoned,
kissing to some j blige (Uh huh)
If you with it we can kick it by the fireside (Yeah)
Getting busy to some whitney sipping mai tais (Ugh)
Hit the city
bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
Used to tell her what you said, bro
Me, Juicy J, get too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too many flows
Clique
one day
Smokin' on a big fuckin' fat J
Seen a chicken head comin' my way
It was a toss up, had this killa straight up amazed
It was a good day
right and you know what's what, uh
You got me on some lay low stuff
You stood by me, all through that J-Lo stuff
Brush your shoulders off girl, go
how's everything
A friend of mine told me he saw you the other day
Said you was still lookin' good
Heh, made me feel kinda good, you know
Told me,
a blue moon, we hear a good tune, making the day go Zoom Zoom
Thank God for the radio, you're keeping our heads bobbin' til the end of the day-ay-yeah
If
cray
See through you like an X-Ray
One day i'll be produced by cndre
See Nas, Jay and Dame
Success there's no other way
For me it's just another day
game
I'm just lookin for attention by callin ya name
[J-Zone talkin]
Hehe, aiiyo Kobe don't think I forgot about you dog
Up there rappin with Brian
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
herb than those old day's
With a whole J to the face
Nah, I'm still feelin' gettin' drunk more than weed
But now we back in Amster-D, got some grams
good times
I dress bad as J.J. did
I grew up on the PJs and Bebe's kids
Some shit then that could've aired on A-dult Swim
And home movies I should not
dead skin for a map
[Violent J:]
Even on a sunshiny day, I'm grimy
I can't find my way, untie me
I don't mind the hate, it reminds me
I'm of time
to do (Whatcha want me to do?)
Take that shit to the muthafuckin' head. Let's go
[Chorus]
This ballers zone, J's on my feet
I'm on dat Patron, so
Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that
Good day and good night, Ortiz, yo, where the fuck you at?
I'm right here in my Nike Airs,
decide"
She chose Doc, first day I pulled Jude aside like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is ride
Before I turn on him I kill Satan
And stick my red
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Good
Have you singin Hallelu from Hollywood to the Hood and it’s all good..
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V
W-X- Y and Z
Now they don’t
children
have imaginary friends
I called mine daddy"
There's more syllables in haiku than times I've talked to my father
I'm a damn good father, but a better
Woah, woah, wassup, wassup
Thanks for having me, I appreciate it
Thank you for stopping by
I see you got our voicemail, too cool to answer the phone
Yeah
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