Lyrics:
sittin sideways
My way, have to do it Friday
I'm comin, I'm comin ain't gone lie, say I'm comin
Grill with tha woman
On tha block first and the leads
Malcolm think split second
Before he was shot?
Did he think to hit the deck
On the floor before he dropped?
Or did he just say "Fuck it"
I'm ah die for my
I'm Davy Jones's locker smith
Pickle lick she half way
Giving head like when a- just-
Just- just like GG Allin, eat my shit
You rodents talk alot of it
Jones
I abide by a specific energy
these spirits take you out like no memory
been privy to way too much treachery
these bitches keep on choosing like
my shoes, I made her my favorite (tie my shoes)
Everything we did exclusive, ain't no way fakin' it (everything exclusive)
Fifty million on one play,
started selling smokes
She tells me that I'm funny
Why don't she laugh at my jokes
I find it hard to be in public when I'm high off coke
I'm unemployed but
didn't tell you how I got it out the mud
Did alot of
Ten toes on my jack Jones
Did alot of
Late nights and a trap phone
Did alot of
Google mapping
Sweet Jones
New age pimpin i'm the bank if you need loans
Anfernee flows my magic come with clean some foams
Real stern, diction always get spoke firm
a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that
gon' do it, y'all know that wasn't true
This my favorite time of year, y'all know how I do (y'all know)
I disrespect niggas respectfully
They did it
Tekashi did the 9 trays (Treyway)
I don't trust a soul, so I get the bag, run it home, Forrest Gump Tom Hanks
We all fake
Cuz everybody with a Facebook had
or give out info
Never did kick door, but, nigga, know how I get dough
By myself, ME in team
What I need them for
Get Money, Get Paid, bitch, I feel like
wanna wait for you to be seated
Take your food on the way and eat it
Retreated up in altitude
Defeated by my attitude I am
But let's be Frank, let's be
representation now shall we begin?
I know you seen my face before but hold on my friend
It's niggas gettin' away with doin' the same shit I did
I can't do no bid,
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
a speeding rocket
Yeah I'm zooming on a highway
And you should love me I did it my way
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club
of rage
It took me so long to find my way
And when I truly found it
Man you know I had to compound it
Push out content try to get paid
Its the name
Because Mrs. Jones she was my friend
And that's the way it's always been
As long as I remember
So get out the smelling salts
And go wake up Mr. Jones
We
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
Am i wrong i mean i did it on my own
Moving 'round the city I'm just tryna make it home
Moving with it wit me make me pop you like i won't
If I
jones for Hawaii
You're all (all I need) I need (you give it all to me baby) to get by (everything, everything)
You're all (the way you kiss me) I
down the way a fat bitch eat chocolate chip cookies
I put it down like it's 300 pounds, SPOT ME
I put it down the way Mr. T did the first time he
safe
Today is the day that you feared to face
Ain't no one sitting back to let it slide
Gonna have my way until Haylee's satisfied
And even then (shit)
through and I'm steady sittin sideways
My way, have to do it Friday
I'm comin, I'm comin ain't gone lie, say I'm comin
Grill witha woman
On tha block
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