on my johnson. She brings my name up constant." Your boys are like, "She's fucken wit dude. She wants him." Oh boy you better get a clue, she's on my dick
what?) The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar (and what?) Rakim conversation with God (what?) I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard Magic Johnson
Run just as fast as you can You jump ship way quick but maybe it's thicker - than water I've got some good news for you my friend - the man is faster
on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant Your boys are like, "She's fuckin' with dude, she wants some" Homeboy, you better get a clue, she's on my dick
got that good good she michael jackson bad im attracted to her [Lil Wayne] She a monster, I'm her sponsor she run through my head, Chris Johnson I'ma
hell with gasoline drawers on I'm the portrait of a hustler and once again it's on I still got money buried in my backyard I'm bumpy like Johnson, they
a kind, a stark reminder to any mark Who wanna' stop the run of my cake over! She ain't missin', she just kissin' On my johnson, shit was out of the frame
Fayettenam, nigga Yea This is for them street niggas to them deep niggas, Them politics, them geek niggas, To them freak bitches that swallow dick,
before they're stiff like the pose In the pictures of Vogue and flashy fashion magazines You be thumbing in 'em, props to Beverly Johnson She was the
I'm sticking icepicks on the tip of your dick give your testicles a swift kick ain't that some shit am I hard-hardcore harder than the planet it ain't
try, throw bleach in your eye Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin' it Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Throw your hands in the sky, nigga I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit? Am I hard hardcore
nig' some ackrite, right) Biatch {I just wanna put my dick on your shoulder So you can put it on your mind later on Take that dick off your shoulder
hard, what? The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar, and what? Rakim conversation with God, what? I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard Magic Johnson
from state to state Dick in her mouth nuts on her face Daddy long stroke tryed to kill her tonsils Cause i love the way she choked on my johnson Suck this dick
paper bag Gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map Floss that anything yell endorse that Electric company money honey gin romie Wrap 'em like a mummy his style bummy Puffy Johnson
don't care, I got a chick to rub my back I blocked your number, fuck that, quit callin' Won't let you run back into my life, like Chris Johnson [Hook
levee that keep on tellin me they heard explosions Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy 1965, I ain't too young to know this That was President Johnson
