Lyrics:
lookin asian we get high off Jamaican
Wake up and we bake up
Maybelline wear a lil makeup if you keep getting yo cake up
Then you can never go bankrupt
fast money
But your mind is slow, so your words won't flow
Like a river blocked by a dam, reverse dam and get mad
That's what I am, I'm upset because I
because I promise you I'll notice you yeah, I'm just a nigga who hopped on my bag
Yeah, I'ma show you how a solider move I thought I was trippin' by holding
She lookin like she wanna fuck
Lil bitch she say that I'm handsome baby girl I can't be romantic
I'm too busy taking these chances Tryna put my lil
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
peace
Keith Lamont Scott alton Sterling
Philando Castille tamir Rice
Freddie Gray sandra Bland
John Crawford and all the other victims
Gunned down by
NBA for the basketball figures
Jiggalo men wit two hoes, John Ritter
Arm lit up, microphone tormenter
I'm hungry as fuck and I came to eat
If you came
feel?"
I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal
Cause the whole world's out of order
So at night the fiend's dance on Grease with John
Honda
I'm waitin on some Beams from this bitch named Yolanda
y'all lookin all tired shit I'm just wakin up
By the way when you get up out my bed, make
on the phone
What's up John, where the green, and I ain't gon' ask you twice
Bring it over by yourself, or I'll take your momma's life
In the life
let me get buckwild on the strap, eh
I turn into Cleopatra
Don't spend all day lookin for the third leg
But I ain't too proud to beg
'Cause
Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green
In the shadows of the smokestacks
Through the black snow that lay on the land
Walked home one winter
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm
one rollin da blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you lookin' for that holla at cha boy
I'm a m-m mack mack a p-p-pimp
I sp-sp-sp-spit
of dudes in a garage
Steady scratchin' their pussy cracks
Lookin' four foot nothin'
My manhood is in your weight class
That's why you're all mine like you're
taquitos
Breed rare like a Tbird or a boneless Tbone
If you Johns ain't Proctor then your opinion is veto
Elgerino by my side and he's movin like a linguinio
the revolution against father John Jay
Be donned in Wakanda cosplay
Can P Funk motherships be mass produced like
Honda, Hyundai
Is Elon Musk gone leave all us
to make a nigga cry
There's puddles by feet I almost drowned
Everybody talkin' bout the drip but I really douse
There's a puddle near me
(Puddles by my
lot when all you bring is vegetables
My life is like John wick yours is like the office
I am always tryna Get ahead like the cockpit
You're losing all
I'm living my life like I'm sick in the head
Thoughts of success got me chasing my death
Every show I throw gets shut down by feds
I sleep in my
'em
Lookin' like the holocaust with Supreme hats with 'em
I am tryna get Ms. Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny chin chin
Um, what's
"Is that really him?" "Yes, that's his Highness
and for the last time stop lookin at his fine ass"
(Y'know!) Homosexuals, smirk, converse and say
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
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