Lyrics:
no ceiling man
Make the motherfuckers watch me like showtime
Johnny Depp, cinemax, bitch it's blow time
Nigga guess what I'm is, bank teller
You
This that bang bang choo choo train wind me up watch me do my thang
No peanut butter no Reese cup you fuck wit us n get fucked up
This that pussy
people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do
I bet you they ring a bell when I come back and I'm conscious
What happened, doc? I passed out again
Alcohol's making me break into vacant's naked
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
illustrating how I do damage
They keep my hands in raps cuz they say they're lethal weapons
For me it's a sparring session for you it's a boxing lesson
I'm
Look what the high gon make em do
Look what the smoke gon make em do
Do I look boo boo cause Im not the fool
Without me no we yeah a fact you thru
Everybody that doubted me
All the rappers out there, trying to make it
All the people that left me
Here’s what you should do
Watch me moterfucker,
see is blue and green
But I'd do the same if you was me, so (watch that-watch that ho get naked)
Stack it up, make it spread
Watch that ho get
Do you think that you can come for me?
All these people better watch out for the company
And don't try to come to me accusing me
For the first damn
tell me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man has to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he
a smoothie now she got to shake more
I came to feed her dick like what you got a taste for
Written By: Jaquarius Johnson
to God he got a halo on ma
My homie turnt up in da field he just got a new draco an da
This forty on my hip watch it do magic with this Johnson
Five.sevens
As far as this kind of success goes
You're dancing under money
But do you see that little flower?
Yes, Mrs. Johnson
It's me who threw the rose
the ceiling
When I'm with you I can't breathe
Boy, you do something to me
Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find
Something new that get me high
on over here lil' mama so you could babysit me
Bounce that ass in front of me now that's the way to get me
Thinkin' about how she suck by the way she part
everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
with me
You already know what's up with me
You brought all your homies with you because
You didn't do it without your company
Scarface fuck you gon do
the cold weather
Clips for the berretta laying by my umbrella
Shit, I'm down for whatever!
Nowadays, snipers got you in scope
Just ask Lee Harvey Oswald in
St. George the rapper don! I'm a fly guy
She my little angel
Watch me ride by flying like an angel
Shorty bad hot as ever from every angle
We done
so, how much you'll never know
'Cause you took your dope away from me
Damn, now what was I to do?
She's cryin' over me and she was feelin' blue
I
so, how much you'll never know
'Cause you took your dope away from me
Damn, now what was I to do?
She's cryin' over me and she was feelin' blue
I
to do
I could tell there was no other way
I couldn't live without you, wouldn't want to if I had to
And to prove it this is what I can say
If I was rich
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