Lyrics:
Johnson
You're wearing your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin'
And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we don't
daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play
She said Mom I got a note here from the Harper Valley P.T.A.
The note said Misses Johnson
'sais pas comment l'dépenser
Voices in my head, j'sais pas comment les venger
One for the junkie, j'vais jamais dénoncer
Hanging by a thread, mais j'ai pas
I'm less OG Bobby Johnson more Bobby McFerrin
It's the comic book copper
Anime watcher, illustrator, animator, rapper, producer, and doctor?
I'm like J
thank Mark Mandoo
And the One Live Crew and all the Lakewood posse
Mr. Capoo, and the Antioch posse
Especially the Johnson family, what's up Miss. J
thank Mark Mandoo
And the One Live Crew and all the Lakewood posse
Mr. Capoo, and the Antioch posse
Especially the Johnson family, what's up Miss. J
Doggy underwear
For all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Doggy underwear
For all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
a trap phone
All the opps dont pop out when im back home
All my shottas they be tweaking tryna flash on em
Cruise through a nigga fucking block
With
Tricked, With, Disservice, Tragic, Constant
Amaze odds like, Earvin, 'Magic', Johnson
Saboteur gremlins, Never learned compassion
Can you imagine?
home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Threw on my white socks, with my all blue Chucks
like kato
But this backdoor gone stay closed
I don't like to take home
Got places out the way though
Got cuz beside like J Stone
Inside the whip like
to him.
Maybe he'd raised her the wrong way.
He wondered.
He checked his mailbox, with fingers a-tremblin'
No mail, from anyone.
¡°I'm home¡± he said
LeBron or Michael voice in my head tells me I'm psycho
I don't give a damn 'bout your life, bro, I'm going O.J., white Ford Bronco
This that pass the AUX
counting nothing but hundreds
Niggas really bout to catch a seizure
J's on my feet another 24 some mo coming in
I done ran off on the plug twice way before
peace of mind at piano lesson time
Hides my pencil chews my book and then he acts surprised
Don't be fooled by the way he look he might be small in size
Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high.
It's reported you've been drinkin' and runnin' round with men and goin' wild.
And we don't believe you
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
like stressin'
My T-shirt Cuban Givenchy I be flexin'
Why, are you so obsessed with me girl
Why, are you always strеssing me girl
Want me by your side am
actress?
A dollar and a dream, I feel J cole
Word to the hole in my pocket and the hoes
That don't wanna fuck with a
Broke nigga with ambition
But the last
underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's baby powder and the Polo colonge
Fresh dressed like a million bucks, threw on the Bally
hard bein' M-O-S Def-initely
But I, some how, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay
May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto
All my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house
When I can buy it and write it off?
Make it my Florida home for the summer
'Round winter time
luvin'
Need 2 duplicate myself by the dozen
But u gotta go home, u gotta husband
She don't wanna dance wit me, can tell the way I strut
Swing ya ByTch
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