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Jonathan Harris
Jonathan Harris
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Hello, and welcome, to bleauX 'em away Remember to always keep your hands and heads in the track at all times This album is, in fact, a boppa You will have time to get yourself prepared, refunds will be considered if you are not satisfied with your stream, though, we've never actually given a refund Feedback is accepted, so is hate, for without either or, we won't know if were doing something right, although, the thought of seeking validation doesn't bother us, we know what we're doing If there are any questions and/or concerns, we kindly ask they be held until after I talk my shit, until then, shut the fuck up and listen, uh I'm a call up big sol to defuse this, I'm tired of these tired ass rumors They say "the rap shit, can you do this?" yes I can sir (cancer), no tumor So you better give a nigga his flowers, or you can shut that gap, between your two lips (tulips) Them dick suckers give a nigga his power, and they'll be calling me Massa like chusetts Let's go Three time winner, like tic tac toe The jawn goes up, they gone hit that flo' Oh no, new flow? where you get that hoe? I'm a start new wave, I'm original Better keep 'em tucked If you gone talk shit, better keep it buck Get a condom to fuck what you heard, nigga I don't wanna have to fuck you up If you don't stand for something, you will fall for everything, ah, thing ah I promise I shine brighter than a diamond on a ring, ah, finger I'm feeling hollywood, I don't even wanna ring her, delete her I don't come up on a track without a fuck a hoe demeanor, I'm a skeeter Pause, wait right there, I be feeling like yeast in a oven when a nigga just rise Piece of cake right there, do this shit, easy, fast and sleazy, don't waste my time Nigga wanna take my chair, my throne, my hair, my flow, like the shit ain't mine They really cheating the jawnie, thinking they beating jawnie, I'll keep on speaking to say that you out your god damn mind Ain't got the time, to bother with dummies that ain't on my side I do what I want and they stand to the side I body the beat and I dip when I ride Bitch I'm like bonnie no clyde to the side Getting the chicken with fries on the side Jawnie be dripping that's word to the nile Jawnie make you run up out of your town, now See me in the party, call me ratchet call me handsome, body on a hunnit, call me timmy call me bandsome But Niggas know that I'm a drag 'em all Too slick, like rick, body bag 'em all Throw it out, clean it up, toe tag and all Hm, niggas trashy dawg He in class, but ain't got no couth (Give me) Give me six feet, we are not that cool If you dont stand for something, you will fall for everything, ah, thing ah I promise I shine brighter than a diamond on a ring, ah, finger I'm feeling hollywood, I don't even wanna ring her, delete her I don't come up on a track without a fuck a hoe demeanor, I'm a skeeter Pause, wait right there, I be feeling like yeast in a oven when a nigga just rise Piece of cake right there, do this shit, easy, fast and sleazy, don't waste my time Nigga wanna take my chair, my throne, my hair, my flow, like the shit ain't mine They really cheating the jawnie, thinking they beating jawnie, I'll keep on speaking to say that you out your god damn mind These niggas done lost they mind Put a pin in a couch cushion, pussy ass nigga You may find it
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