Lyrics:
yea
Fucked his bitch that’s how he knows
Now she like holy all up on me I’m like hold up
Oooo Ouu stunting with these Jimmy Choo’s
Oooo Ouu why I feel
Americans
Hey Jimmy Where's The Old Songs?
Have You Forgot The Words
Well We're All The Rights
And Victims In Your Heart
Well We're All The Rights
Come to find out that bitches are pullin' jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was gettin' caught at a red light
And the nigga jack
me
It's crazy cuz what I say now they don't believe me
Are you with me, baby are you with me
It's all I'm really tryna know is are you with me
Play
is my Adderall
Where the fuck is all my weed
Where the fuck did I leave my god damn wings
Your kids are your kids are in there tw... they're adults now
a sound
"Jimmy where were you?"
He can already hear it
At this point he can't take it anymore
So grabbing his weapon he walks up the steps
To he and his
alliance
And how Im spying on your demons
How the devil is afraid me
So I wouldn't speak it
Im the devils weakness
Im the bars you seem to get blow by
Im
Jimmy John's cause them shooters gon' deliver me
Gon' catch ya after hours outside of where you livin' at
Don't forget Tokyo, man we gotta keep it
built different man yall can't survive like I do
Uh yea
We gon push through till the sun goes down
Now you got all of these kids that are coming out one
gave you where to live, now you pull up in a Lear
I went from two door to four door
Went from a two door to four door
From four door to two door
I'm
not far from fascism
The classism is rampant in this backwards trash hole we live in
Where assholes are winning
Where sad souls get devoured whole by
for Jimmy Choos
This life I live now is so marvelous, I'm glad I'm just here with you
My gangster bitch from out the projects walkin' 'round with
you be ready to ball) c'mon, c'mon, you know we ready to do it
(We know how you be driving 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
(We know how you be
Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick
Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick
Morgan and his cousin Jimmy Beam; here comes Jose Cuervo; they ask me how I've been.
I say i'm kinda tired and awful far from home; now help me keep
it change
And now my eyes are open
I need your love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right
I feel so high
I come alive
I
Need to get paid
Can't do this for free
My bars are nasty, just need a C
Jimmy wanted the hoe that I wanted
I told him, Don't worry, just for you and me
be great riding with him"
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Mm-mm"
"By the way, where did you meet him?"
"I met him at the candy store
around when things are new
Got all the evidence where's the proof
There's no fruit
Who are you
[PRE CHORUS]
They don't clap when you win
They just
were to kidnap you right now?
Um okay I'll take
Green Day's American Idiot
Andrew Bird's Are You Serious
Rage Against the Machine Battle of Los Angeles
of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called
through to you
All you can do is listen to my tune tunes
Repeat geek, these flows are creeping
I stole all your beats so now we're even
Your whole gang
to entertain at chez nous (27)
Where everyone could see
My new celebrity is you
Toast Dick and Barbara Carroll (28)
Dick is for apparel barbara plays a barrel
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