Lyrics:
a Jimmy's let me get a number three
Knew that I was faded so I had to get something to eat
EIP cartoon he was killed on Runnymede
Member running fades in
want that swole, word to Jimmy
Here's a little bit to think about Jack
Why, eat a pancake when you can have the whole stack?
I pick up, will call you
figure it out
I got nowhere to go
Naw naw nowhere to go
Nigga barely getting by play the Nina Simone
Said jimmy got to leave
Told ‘em naw I’m here
to eat
Brews tested by the astronauts, turn the turn the watts up
Listen to what I said
CNN all day in your eyes and your head
[Khujo]
No longer can I
You've been a bad, bad boy, Jimmy
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Yeah
I'm the protagonist. Yeah, yeah
I got it, you lacking it. Yeah,
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
was fiesta.
I-I-I-I-I-I-I!
When he turned the light down low
he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so."
I was a forced, forced to remove myself
Jimmy’s Fallon’s
Wasn’t ever. Shit sweet only havoc and how it’s hitting at your palette
By the minute. I think you’ll have the salad
I chase the liquor
myself a private party
I called up one, and said, "Whassup?
What's goin on?" She said, "Nuthin much"
I said, "Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants
When Jimmy gon' drop
Jimmy came back with a hit
You pussy niggas talkin' clits
You kiss ass, you talk shit
Runnin' your mouth
I see your tongue real fit
We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry
Yo, I don't understand how
These cats sip daiquiris
Like it's all good down at the hit factory
Be on 54th,
I stay up all night, I go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
I'm so rope, they call me Mr. Roper
When
Uh-huh (Bi-bi-big) time winna shot calla
Am a teach these niggas how to ball (Haaay)
I been at the trap getting money
By the seconds yeah my money
Screaming fuck a Benihana she gone eat some chips, chips
Got the fuck up out that Honda when she made a flip, flip
Cause I can't take you to the crib we gotta
smoking all this earth, I
Oh Lord
Feel closest when it burn like
Benny told Jimmy he got just a little Henney
For a leg and some pennies
What they finna do
I eat boys, yeah, I eat boys
I eat boys, yeah, I eat boys
I eat boys, yeah, I eat boys
I eat boys, yeah, I eat boys
Boy you want to try me, you can
you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy,
I will be your queen
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze
Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax M.C.'s
These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy
I smack 'em on the back, sit 'em
Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze
Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax M.C.'s
These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy
I smack 'em on the back, sit 'em
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
prolly see me when you see me
Probably suit and tie, probably gripping my jimmy
Probably toten a glock, damn I should probably stop
But "pride" only has
country boy
That you'd ever in this world want to meet
He came strolling back in with a smile
and 2 Dixie cups
And I wondered how this would ever quench our
hand you the keys
When I hand you the keys
Chaotic, psychotic, you want it i got it
I'm a peddler deadlier a style
Of malaria fuck competitors
Tales
like my outfit.
I tried everything in my closet.
Nothing feels right when I'm not with you.
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's.
Take 'em off
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