Lyrics:
the Ray Phantom off of raw fish
My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker
My side bitch is like Clyde Barrow
They start to shoot you up shit's creek without
lets run this shit right quick)
Trynna break my heart baby girl don't you dare
Its sweatpants season, and all the baddies wanna stare
I need a Mexican
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
J.R.
Like the vet ain't hard or I'd F they broad
Like I don't come through in the SKR
With the SK pa and the ese squad
That'll bag you, drag you up
make it re-rock
No big homie showed me how to plot
Aye I ain't need no big homie for this shit got it on my own I ain't need no bitch
Got it on my on I
You said that you loved me
Then why did you dip
Why did you dip
Why did you think
That you were better then this
Better then this
'Cause here in
life
I find my need for You satisfies
When I release to You my life
I find my need for You satisfies
You satisfy
You satisfy me
Jesus, You satisfy
I am
ever learn?
This one turn them fool, that one turn them fool
So what are they waiting for
Fix up yourself and prepare to meet Jah
That will satisfy
(lingo)
Ain't no walkie-talkie (no)
This some, "You know, why don't we know?" (We know?)
Hold out on that coffee
Smoke the Cookie, get to coughin'
the war
Where butterflies keep dyin' (ah)
I'm a product of Parker, Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's
stop
Come alive y'all gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in
baby, you got what I need
Gimme what I like
Tryna, uh, tonight
Got an appetite that only you can satisfy (satisfy)
I could ride it, ride it, ride it,
in me
Nothin' in this world can ever satisfy your soul
You aim for purpose in your life, but keep missin' the goal
Jesus is that Missing Piece that
asked you if this was true, you said no way
Birdman said 'Believe Dat!', T.I.P. was like 'Shawty!'
Then Young Jeezy said 'That's Right!' and Lil' Jon
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
TO KEEP IT REAL.
I can't seem to satisfy you,
Bitch she trippin' bout' the BILLS!!!
They really ain't paid, but you gotta hand it,
This bitch gotta be
together
And that's for sure and that really means wherever
That you and I go and no matter what endeavor
But I didn't think you'd leave so soon
Didn't know
watching the Mavs ride, watching the Wings fly
This the city that I represent and where I reside, I'm saying
This is how we do in Triple D, now you know
My Job
Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : You can invest in me cause I mean business
Work round the clock
quick with that pleasure.
You smokin' my weed ridin' my ride,
I'M TRYIN' TO KEEP IT REAL.
I can't seem to satisfy you,
bitch she trippin'
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
a voicemail
Like "Yo Hannah, it's Les' can you call me back?
I wanna talk about the baby, you, me, Jason, all of that
I've been feeling like I need to get my
're surrounded by a bouquet
The moment that you replay
You is I rewind the tape
Still haven't seen you so I wait for the moment that you awake
For heaven's sake
popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in
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