Lyrics:
at the house
I'm back at the crib, I'm back in the South
This all makin' sense like the back of the couch
You start actin' up, you get smacked in your mouth
at a Tech show (it's what you thinkin)
Feel like she let go (it's what you thinkin)
You never get no [x3] (it's what you thinkin)
[Verse 2:]
She know you
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
her with a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin' at me sayin', "Lil' Howard, you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I
know what I mean
Take it slow baby
Five nine to Five Guys it's all mine you know what's fine
Invisible to the World
It seemed like so long ago when I put
you can get, it's the American Dream bitch
Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with
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
Mrs. Jones is just like you
She don't know
What she wants to do
Mrs. Jones is just like you
She don't know
What she wants to do
Mrs. Jones is just like
Jones' phone
Saddest trombone raddest boner pillz on the market
Saddam Hussein fantastic insane still farted
Still get carded at the fish market
A sushi
Catch an elbow to the face (hi-yah)Aye
And you know it's lights out
He knock fighters out
Who knock other fighters out
Ayyyyeeeaaa
Jon Jones
Greatest in
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
her with a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin' at me sayin', "Lil' Howard, you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
know the Coupe selection ('raris!)
And I got everything that you want (yep), I'm registered to two park?
I get bread like croutons (dough), I make dough
know the Coupe selection ('raris!)
And I got everything that you want (yep), I'm registered to two park?
I get bread like croutons (dough), I make dough
Love Jones, I got a Love Jones
I got a Love Jones.. for you
(repeat 2X)
[Bobby Digital]
Yo girl you shinin like a brand new spankin
mouth bass on the line, it's time for me to retrieve her
And go get her like a wide receiver, but we don't play no ball
See when it comes to you baby
drunk and take pills
Fast gun play
Gon' get you blast one day
Fuckin' with Zee
It be today motherfucker
Look like a sitcom for no brain
We bum a loop
Man I'm like Joaquin Pheonix why so serious don't know why you thought I was joking
Golden boy Joao Felix no never once did I think about choking
flag 1: I need my rest or I be snappy
Red Flag 2: I like your friend come get at me
Need an addy for the load, can I trust you with my package
I get
, Jones, Jones)
Well I'm cruising down the street in my candy painted low (low)
Bouncing like a door, with 4 on my 6 4's
I pull up wood gripping, doors
What you're going to say when you get home
Something is happening
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head
And ask, "Is
Xan's
Bitch ass
They done ran off on yo damn script
Cuz you a damn bitch
I remember they said who like Mike Jones
Who
I remember they said who like Mike
(what 2 do baby)
I know baby what I’d rather do
Rather making sweet Love 2 U
It’s a fire sign
Washed by the tears in your eyes
I’d be damned if I don’t
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