Lyrics:
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
sharp foot like i'm John Bones Jones, kid
Tomahawke chop, red bone in
Grab yo bitch, lay nuts on the ho chin
Only thing for me to do is go in
Yo I got
Somewhere main is 15 mph the boys they'll rev it up right
Somewhere the stars are watched from a water tower others
You're blinded by them city
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
rap this
Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are enchanted by things that gleam
You
really think about is you
I want to spend all my days with you
Do a thing that you wanna do
All I really think about is you
Cause we got that old soul
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch, ooh, yeah
Baby, I want to do (Oh)
All of the things your man won't
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
in love with your girl
For the first time in my life I understand
What true love is
I'm in love with your girl
No more playing games again
No more
the people say HOW?
I been the coldest, you donʼt know this by now
Pipe down unless you wanna find out
Walk with me
A yo
Nia Long, only difference is she my
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
discover
A mighty love
Will sometimes make you weep and moan
A mighty love
You'll sit all day by the telephone
'Cause you're all alone
You need
fighting foul and fire
We lit
Be the one to ease your mind and mile
We hit
By some Love Jones shit
Some real home shit
The illest mother fucker
Is in this room right now
It's Baron Jones baby
What more do I need to say
We bout to do a couple things we ain't done
was built by knowledge like the Sphinx was
I could show you a thing or two 'bout everything bruh
On everything you never sing but on this thing bruh
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (ooh la la)
I, mother of my house
Vow to keep my f-ing mouth to myself
You make me smile, I vow to love thy hater
I
is loyalty to yo self
Don't fuck wit anybody detrimental to yo health
The money sentimental I got it by myself
Baby took a sniff & said I smell like
in love with the chicks
I know yall heard loose lips sink ships
On the other hand is everybody Marvin Gaye
Tryna get a record deal in any kind of way
ghetto, everything is a poverty
We love y'all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo!
a leader show my youngins having money aint a thing naw
Dont listen to em its just fuel to the flame
Cuz that forty sing a oldie to you like its Etta James
I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health
Struck by the notion that it just might be
A method to the madness that
don't stink
To hanging on by a thread with nothing left in the tank
It's a shame they sold they soul just for some fame
And fifteen minutes later they
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