Lyrics:
Boy, Fat Boy
And her friends the Rat-A-Tat, boy
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
and they say that they send their love
But time went on and love stopped coming, I wasn't enough
My life is on pause, everyone's is on a play
Fuchsia
of riches
I fucked a lot of bitches
Which is the reason
I fell in love with her
I never meant to hit her
She's the preachers daughter
And Quarter
‘em the biz
Just playing Im having some fun
Impressed by the way that I’m skilled
I swear I’m too ill
They say that they can’t get enough
I say that
made the outsides feel good
The butterflies in my stomach feel weird
But they let me know that you look good
I feel a weird expression
Something hit me
the Marley family
Creston--we gon' say it for y'all
She loves to party, have a good time
She looks so hearty, feeling fine
She loves to smoke, sometimes
the snakes out my way
You see the real by who stayed
When the wind blows after the storm
Pain I feel they can't relate
Heart filled with love, hate
Get hit in
called my plug he just got out
Told him i needed something to startout
SNM the crew they talk 'bout
Floor is lava imma hot steppa'
When I spit they
been flying
It all picked up when the tears start drying
And the years been flying by but before they go I gotta get my buy in
My one goal before I go is
blue
Let me tell you everything your girlfriend Erykah Ba-do
I'm like house arrest, they way I put these niggas in they place
He gon' say it on IG, but
niggas like, This is a slice of cake
I feed off all the hate y'all was born The wrong way
Let me stop it before I have a volcano Irrupt
Poring down lava
no cigarettes!
And everybody is hiding an old black gun
Another day is passing by but they're still
Waiting for the sun
Little John is on his way
Back
(what, what, yeah)
And you should love it, way more than you hate it
Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar
the nation is hating and
Breaking what made it great and trying to fake it and take it on
Over to the extreme thinking freedom is free
If only they could see
a southernplayalistic pimp
I used to sling a fat rock
But now I'm serving Hemp Nigga
Stepped on the block
Everything is still the same
But Niggas changing by the clock
Heaven sent
He put the sun in the sky, make the day shine
Wait, let me slow down, my name's John
Both our moms, they were pregnant at the same time
Story
Better put on some lipstick and head to the elementary
Find some kids with single digits
They will listen for a Snickers
While the pigs are on the way, I
I understand
(Woo)
It feels good, it feels good
It feels good, it feels so good (uh, hold, hold, wait a minute)
I still don't think they've got
I understand
(Woo)
It feels good, it feels good
It feels good, it feels so good (uh, hold, hold, wait a minute)
I still don't think they've got
a good floater
When I run for prez, you best be a voter
Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda
I watched Star Wars just to see Yoda
Or R2-D2 driving
I buy franks, I make sure they're Hebrew
When I entertain, and love to treat you
Love to see a girl in a nightie that's see-through
Take her
autographs on some groupies' ass
Smoked a lot of free weed from St. John's to BC
They came out the wood work, to see me speak
That was paradise
[Chorus]
(I'm bugging, im bugging)
They feeling the kid
They jacking my swag
They liking the way that I'm speaking
(They liking the way that im speaking?)
Had
they got Moose and Bear and eagles flying free
Deer stands hunting shacks campfires kicked back
Good people the farmer stopped by with a fresh sweet corn
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