Lyrics:
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearing your dresses much too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin'
And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we
I know she a gunna she pass me a nug
Said fuck the blunt baby pass me your love
If it's going down then what's going up
Stay down for my money now
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
love it a lot
This right here, has been certified
For years, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
He's got soul up in his blueprint and he's ready to vocalize
So we passin'
that I love you and that am runnin'
I got no keys so I push it started
The race has started
III been feelin' like a Monalisa
Skrrt, skrrt for these
about what happened, all I'm knowin' is it was money
Had a nigga wagin' war against who I thought was the homey
Shoulda known this shit was evil, by
'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
this bone now
Young nigga turned grown now
From the block like O'Neal
We had work for the whole sale
Come from crumbs now its whole meals
Exotic bows
You're wearing your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinking
And a runnin' round with men and goin' wild
And we don't believe
You oughta
out when I'm focus I'm not listening
Unless it's something here for me to gain,
Im dismissing it
If not I really can't stay, I'm just visiting
You cool
much for clowning
You see I do not play around
No capping bout it you acting like it's all a game sir
I know it's not where you from it's where you
you know
It's all I love like McEnroe, but sorry I have to go
I've been so many places in my life and time
And I know this for sure I'm a life
Really hadn't been Will Oldham
Even though he did hold my arms and fucked me
Just like Will sings in "A sucker's evening"
But whether it was him or not I
Brand new clothes I had to make sure that the Glock fit it
Brand new hoe she want the Johnson I can't rock wit it
Brand new stove my uncle got it
Matthew, AJ
Frank Smart and Natasha
Give it up for the ones that's gone
Not forgotten
I'ma keep it going, they feel me stopping
Tony Robinson, Eric Hill, Mya
with the shot
Blood start to boil, that seat gone get hot
Hope not, but you gotta watch for the plot
Get murked by your bro, cause they loving the thot
the doctor told her sister of the two options she had to survive; she had to let the child die for her to live or let the child live for her to die. It was
a demon
Scuba I'm flowing guess I'm in the deep end
Nut In her ass got her leakin out semen
She kicked out by Sunday this hoe juh for weekends
Meet it
And when they entered according to their father's advice, it did not avail them in
The least against the will of Allah
And Jacob had a personal reason for
(So Much pain that I think that my peace running old,
Pastor Johnson pray that I make it through the night, Oh oh oh oh,
All alone abandonment been
more not getting by
Change my gravity
Smokin' loud and stayin' fly
Why you mad at me?
Cause I'm up and you don't try?
It's up to you you can idol looks
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
and different things like
that. It was nothing like now, you know? Those days wasn't like now, not
then. And we just played for weddings, and dances, and,
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