Lyrics:
Made it into the pantry down there
I finally discovered what I was looking for
I groped my way past the peas, and
I groped my way past the asparagus
Big Rardi but fit in a small Audi
I slid and put a hole in one like golf by me
I been running with my face half covered
Don't cough by me
Don't walk
How many J's I gotta serve to get that Sky Dweller
How many J's I gotta serve to walk on Margiela
How many J's I gotta serve to buy my mama a house
the middle of noon
Is it a dream or its true?
Open my eyes and I’m watching Yugi-oh at five
Gotta get those cards, so I stole those cards, that’s the way I
fucked up
This shit don't stop
Take a shot of ciroc
Don't drive home baby
Dui by the cops
Middle finger to my ops
No Dwayne Johnson
Everytime I drink
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
Johnson you're a wearing
Your dresses way too high, it's reported you've been
Drinking and a running 'round with men and goin' wild
We don't believe you
i look
Like working for
Minimum wage
He say
He a one hundred
Okay then make change
Big stepper do not
Step in my way
My bitch
Said my new
Crib amazing
mate I was once like you
Hey mate then my world fell through
In a big way, oooh ooh ooh, a big way
I don’t wanna stop you getting home
And having tea
nigga, 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,
away you left me hoping
And I know you thought that I was hopeless
I wanna make my way home with ya
Next to you and raise the temperature
I wish I have
a coffin
We keep clips like that man Robert
Dinero I need my profits
Rock yo block like Dwayne Johnson
Stop that talking
Glock inside my britches
I ain't
Oh, look at the day outside, nice sunshine
Well, look what who got here (oh, Revy)
My favorite steward, it's Miss Johnson (amen)
How you doing,
my fuckin pants on
And tell the idiotic freak
To take her tramp ass home!
Cause I don't need a fuckin dumbie!
I need a bitch to lick nuts
Until my
j' m’arrête plus “babe”, j' vais tous les plumer
Y a pas de “shame” j' suis “my wave” j' suis “my way yo what’s up ”
Y a pas de “shame” j' suis “my
your fuckin', get your feet off my fuckin' table nigga!
Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?
Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin'
of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't
You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson Beat
Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches (hey)
Ballin' on the game, y'all be sittin'
Each day I set up my act in Johnson square
I play my setlist by the fountain there
Patrons and passers-by pay minor mind
And from time to time
breasts so I could titty fuck while she do
My taxes for the IRS
So I could just relax, shit, by now I'm blessed
I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god
home, deliver me
(Time to come home)
Way too long
I've been rescued by the Savior (time to come home)
Don't you wanna be in His favor (time to come
Andrew Johnson's all there is
Ulysses Grant's was Ulysses
His first name was Hiram, the S, just the military's
Presidential middle names are just like
workers come home they walk fast
Scared to go through they own block, yeah
It's that bad
The villains making a killin'
Sellin' pieces of weight
E&J inside
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
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