Lyrics:
Felica cause a nigga don't need 'em
After I meet her then treat her then beat her then my nigga I've gotta leave her
They say the drank is illegal my
a couple blocks
(all that man, I need a fo, a deuce)
It started in that temp, flippin' mid's by them O-Z's
On the hill wit that shit from a custom
quiet
I hear these niggas woofing, I kill 'em with dead silence
I could reply but there's really no need for payback
My papers just as long as the legroom
reunions, I want to proudly pronounce my bloodline traces back to John J. Thomas, who was born on November 5, 1876, and Lula F. Edwards Thomas, who was born
I cryed for hours till they finally freed you
Drop to my knees and screamed Mama we need you
Then you went back to school and got a job that's legal
di girl and mek dem bawl out fi Jah Jah
(Yo, sim simma) and ah me got di girls dem power
(Sim simma) yeah, we cool and Mya sing by di hour now
I
I use these bars like bullets Ima leave the beat bodied
I'll kill a beat or 5, charge me like I'm John Gotti
Boy mobbin through the town actin
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy, say
I got to keep on walking
Long John Silver ring in his ear
He's the hero, make that clear
Does the same thing his father did
Sailing around the Caribbean
Robbings king
Long John Silver ring in his ear
He's the hero, make that clear
Does the same thing his father did
Sailing around the Caribbean
Robbings king
(Lateef The Truth Speaker & Pigeon John)
[Lateef The Truth Speaker - Verse One]
When you first walked in and I saw you at the bar or somethin'
a persuasion
Listen up
John pulled out the racks damn that's a persuasion
I know I know money won't take this pain away
But for this life I won't change I
meinem Arm
Gegen jede Vernunft
I need a gram or two
These bitches want me not you
Don't hit me up asking do you remember?
I got no time for you
Youtes
me, now
"Ride! Take it away, Lacey"
I don't need no steam-heatin'
By my bed
The little girl I got
Keep me, cherry red
But c'mon shake a-yo'
I hand it off
Swim through this shit no hassle hoff
They don't know what the hell on
They never seen yah (Cena) you like John
All of this shit I do
BLEED ME
YOU SEE ME ON MY KNEES
DON'T USE ME, DON'T BLEED ME
YOU KNOW JUST WHAT I NEED
AND THE DOOR OPENED WIDER, RYAN PITCHED ME A SLIDER
AND THE LIGHTS
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap
di girl and mek dem bawl out fi Jah Jah
(Yo, sim simma) And ah me got di girls dem power
(Sim simma) Yeah, we cool and Mya sing by di hour now
I
(Olivia Newton-John)
I need to tell the truth
I can't lie anymore
I need to do what's right
I know that's what my life is for
I can't be quiet
ever opened was Quavers
Ever had the police called on you by your neighbours?
It's on sight and I ain't wearing a hard hat
Need mine Cuban, Ana de Armas
Beamer, John Cena, can't see me
Got the pedal to the metal and I ain't stopping for nuh
Got the hammer in my hand, I'm finna let the blakka buck
Living
need a pack
Homie, quit playin'
I send up toots, you stay in lane adjacent
You want me to hop out
The whip I'll leave you on the pavement
Banged on by
still
The truth for real, I'm real true, call that trill
This is my house, this place is mine
Posted on any corner on any coast I'm on
You niggas need
do like John and let it be
Poet's poet but you know that I was po' as Edgar be
Devil wanted my soul, but the soul resurrected me, on God
Live by
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