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OGBOBBYJOHNSON SON
20
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór OGBOBBYJOHNSON SON został wydany 21 kwietnia 2025 przez VEBLEN GOODS jako część albumu GRACE GIVEN
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Data wydania21 kwietnia 2025
WytwórniaVEBLEN GOODS
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ANKHLEJOHN
ANKHLEJOHN
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JOHN TUCKER
JOHN TUCKER
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MVZONIK
MVZONIK
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Smoking
Lordy
Uh
**** start getting money, and then the subject change
Start calling **** broke like they ain't come from same (What?)
Disrespecting ya'self, you was fucking up ya mother's name (Her maiden)
I sipped the lean when I was young, I had stomach pains
My youngins throw away they life like it's nothing to gain
That shit up into flames, you wish your freedom for a car, that was a dumb exchange (**** dumb)
I was amazed he took that route, he was too young in age, he twelve and to the gauge
Like like OG Bobby Johnson' son, that's how he raised
He tough but still afraid, he just a kid
Baby boy a product of his environment that's how he made, gangbang
This what we glorifying, we killing recipes, I'm sure we doin' more than dying
This all quite horrifying, that was out the book of Mordecai
I seen my soul fly out my body, I was more than high (Smoking), uh
I told her she'll be better off fuckin' with a normal guy, uh (What?)
Never seen this much passion in one man (Nah)
I told you you could get a free shot only if one land (Lordy)
I knew I was that ****, box him with one hand (What?)
Shit is possible, I became ANKHLEJOHN off one fan (Lordy)
(It happened to me, it happened to you)
I told her, "ass up, knees together"
Bad bitch, like to smoke trees together when we together
I had a situation back then, so we couldn't be together (Nah), uh
In the bed, rub feet together, sheets got wetter
Caught you snoopin' in the middle of the night tryna peep my set-up
I'm usually romantic, but tonight you can't leave with my sweater (Why?)
It's Margiela, **** get caught jealous
I'm glad we did it on our own and not what the court tell us
My babymom is a blessing as a mother, he couldn't have one better
It's funny what time do, I hope one day this shit could heal us
We ain't gotta let it kill us (Nah), even though it's gon' kill us
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Uh, Lordy
Written by: JOHN TUCKER
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