Lyrics:
Our twelve thousand five hundred closest friends in London are here tonight
Making this such a beautiful sight to see
We're gonna play a-, we're
a favour
This song's about my neighbour
Whos days are lit by rainbow
The way of his behaviour
Turns him into a rebel
Starts the day with the wake'n'bake
He
Rockin' Los Angeles, House of Blues in Sunset
Performin' like an orgasm, my girl ain't even cum yet
Seen her by the side of the stage givin' me energy
do all night
If the Church house wasn't so far from this bar, then maybe I'd try
But as it goes I'm just a no show, sitting here singing these songs
is PH city (you dey jones?)
Kpor well
This is PH city
This is PH city (you dey jones?)
Abobi kpor well
This is PH city
This is PH city
Yo. Kpor well na
jones
Kpor well
This is PH city
This is PH city you dey jones
Abobi kpor well
This is PH city
This is PH city
Yo kpor well na this is PH city
Kpor well na
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
There was no love for us (nope)
So we did what we did just to make a buck played around we're fucking nuts (crazy)
Hope them
saying I be looking stupid
By the time they catch on, I will be moving units
Yea
Don't try to keep up with Jones's
Don't laugh at other people when they
damn right my life‘s been crazy
new house, new money, nothing Fugazi
these fools trying to copy me
This shit to crazy
Came from the gutters
came from
Porsche Aremia
Song recorded by: Josh Emmons at Omni Sound Studios Nashville TN
Song mastered by: Rory Rositas
Producer: Bernie Nelson
BGV: Lala Deaton
the house
Party dancing does the mouse
Puss gets the boots
Can't catch Jerry
A shame
Mayhem destruction
Ask yourself
Is this a fair game?
Puss gets
know whose house this is
But I know I'm in Hollywood
Scrambled for my keys
Then I stumbled to thе car
I look in the backseat, what do I see?
Bro passed
a rock
Im in ya window peepin tom
In ya house like alarms
Eatin shit like its ours
Antifreeze to the dog
Middle finger to the law
Fuck all y'all
Who you
Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in this Johnson country war.
Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, while I was outside choppin'
this song here for just you only, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I wrote this song here for just you only, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wrote this song here for just you
and the pimpish
In this business I be the swiftest when I kick this
As if you didn't know it's Thorough from that Suave Camp
Best Vemp chimped, or get licked
on my jones but I can't figure out
Whether I should be inside or with my head in the clouds
Or maybe listening to songs that fill my head with the doubt
your body wobbly
Still played hopscotch, had a basket pushing friend
Come by my grandmas house, gave him a water every now and then
God bless, God bless
song
I have a testimony
Can I sing my testimony?
Rain came, wind blew
But my house was built on You
I'm safe with You
I'm gonna make it through
straight out my cup
Yo E-Swift won't you cut it on up?
Ayy DJ, aiyyy DJ
Yo what's the name of this song, man, what's the name of this song?
Flashback,
love ya
And he say to me, he say to me, uh
It may be a drag but, this sure pays you labret
It's been a long time since our song to bunch of young
Must've forgot who was the architect
This is butterfly effect
Ivory Jones markets best (Markets best)
Must've forgot my skill is effortless
All my niggas
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