Lyrics:
you homies
Stack it up by my lonely
All of these rappers be phony
Ex-bitch still wanna phone me
I got the racks and they hang out my ass and I'm doing
like crack, you know what it is? It's wack
Wack it
(I mean we goin' out the whole nine yards)
(Uh, whole nine)
N-now I'm sittin' in my room tryna
take care of me
And I'm living in Long Island with a J-O-B
Okay okay I got you wrong, I must admit
I'ma give you a little time to see if you're legit
Fear of god pants I’m bout to go sin again
Heard they been looking then send 'em in
Nobody know where I really been
Niggas don’t know how to really
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
I love my black berries
Timing be right, now we ripe like berries
When ya feel lonely just call me pon the celly
Call me on the celly real quick
Intro
Yeah
I’ve been just trying to do my work but
Stuff keeps getting in the way and
Distractions keep sucking my motivation messing with my vibe
I'm moving by my lonely
Im the, big mac it be soundin' like the roni uh
Flights to them islands I ain't talking 'bout no coney uh
Moving in silence I
to run up me a check
Ain't no one was doing shit for me
I had to stay down by myself and blow up by my lonely
On my way to the top making it there slowly
snowy places and private islands
I'm grinding, must I remind you that (Honcho)
I'd rather ride alone one deep in the zone with my bitch getting it
sleep for shit I'm in the Light Lime
Perp drank in my body I barely speak now
30 Clip In the Semi-Semi gonna flip you out
Walk around with ma pants down
a yellow wagon when he's passin' by
(Yo, you see me rollin' in that thang?)
His pants is always saggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
Got money but never braggin'
(Ah, say
see me with the guys don't run and hide
Cah we came in on a vibe, but we can cause some trouble
Henny in my cup and it got me seeing double
See
a wet dock nestled in a tropic island port
We were greeted by a luscious lively man
Gold bling, dreadlocks, and a really nice tan
"We'll help you out.
a version of a Lonely Island
Just wait until I hit my lime light
Been decided by the cypher gone decipher
All my time spent heaven sent without a bible
Right
muthafuckin period
I'm not impressed by the jewelry and the mink, dummy
Why don't you put some of your money in the bank, sonny?
And if I hurt your feelings, I
my lonely in the ghetto zone
Mutha fucka better realize, I'm not alone
(Chorus 2x)
(old man)
Who's that (Jokers and freaks)
Who's there?
No, stop
Times"
feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line
My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work
Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt
on 'em in Ray Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap like an Ace bandage
Don't-give-a-fuck persona
To my last DNA strand, E&J in the waistband
lonely when I’m alone in the darkness
I do many things it feels like a mess
Working everyday like it is the last
Never be swollen, by the past
You want
jumping jacks jumping jacks
Amiri on my denim got it on my pants on my pants
Make a deal with me you paying in advance in advance
He think he a big dog he
lonely
So lonely
Round two
Rambo
I got the gats in my pants hoe
You don't wanna dance, fandango
You got goons
I got commandos
I gotchu beat like a banjo
It was a necessity for me to take charge
It gets lonely when smokin weed by these blank walls
Didnt know it would be so lonely to make songs
Rather
that I can’t never be your man
That's when she started pulling on my pants while I make her do her dance
She said can I be your one and only
I told her
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