Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paul Janssen, artist - AnkhleJohn. Date of issue: 16.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paul Janssen |
| Hey, baby‚ you the one sold me the drugs I’m gettin' high on‚ come on‚ man |
| Yo, don’t fuckin' walk away from me, nigga |
| I sold you those drugs so that you could make money |
| You forgetful motherfucker |
| You got high‚ so you fucked up, nigga, you |
| Oh‚ I fucked up? |
| Yeah, you fucked up |
| This is a Shaap Records exclusive |
| Shaap shit only |
| Fuck wrong with these niggas? |
| Niggas know my name, nigga, Big Lordy |
| The one thing I don’t play around with is niggas, man, you hear me? |
| Yeah |
| What’s the motherfuckin' dealy? |
| Fuckin' hear me? |
| Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? |
| Stop playin' with these young niggas, man |
| Ayy, check |
| I got switched up the most, some of the niggas I came up with |
| If you was with me before and not now, you can suck dick |
| On my way to Keshia house, got a tough grip |
| She the type that make niggas nut quick |
| I was raised up out of them trenches, not a fuck to give (Not at all) |
| Converged up and I still stuff for ribs |
| For niggas, I make it tough to live |
| His mother lost his son, I had to rub her tears |
| Nigga, I’m somethin' that the public fears |
| You already know what the fuck it is |
| No cap in my rap like I don’t fuck with Lids |
| So many people I disappointed |
| I’m the one that’s anointed |
| You wanna talk to me, bitch, make an appointment |
| You can’t beat 'em, then join 'em, call heads on a coin flip |
| Fentanyl came in a little tube like Neosporin ointment, yeah |
| Defeated the odds, now we feast with the gods |
| I pull strings like niggas playin' the guitars |
| I let my nuts hang, my penis is large |
| The meanest of broads wanna see about ours |
| She fat as shit, Lord, I can see from afar |
| Niggas got no heart, petty ass mad got your bro up like a go-kart |
| Let niggas tell it, they relish |
| Move keys like Mozart, shit |
| You remind me of them back-in-the-day niggas |
| Asking for a dollar in front of the store |
| Shrug my shoulder, nothing to say to niggas, yeah |
| Kind of like Mitch did to Uncle Ice |
| I sold you drugs so you could buy somethin' nice (Stupid nigga) |
| You the one that took that flight |
| Gettin' high all night, stuffin' the pipe |
| Nigga, go get your life, shit |
| Your daddy was a rat, nigga, your set drop some mice, shit |
| Niggas stuck in the can feelin' trapped for life |
| Find the OG on the ten, well, and ask him for advice |
| Like what should I do? |
| Gettin' out of here and never comin' back to this shit |
| Yo, you know who the fuck it is |
| My niggas movin' things, we all kings, pulling strings like a puppeteer |
| You small ball niggas ball down, this the upper tier |
| Gemstone bars cut your ear, I stunt and gear this fear |
| My motherfuckin' nuts hang like a chandelier |
| My bitch ill like Pam Grier, rock Chanel and gold Cartiers |
| Your whole squad is queer |
| You’re running at your top speed, sweating like a motherfucker, still gettin' |
| nowhere (Y'all niggas is bums) |
| I do this at my own pace |
| Used to rob niggas with the mask on, now magazines asking for pics of Rome’s |
| face |
| Collect the currency first, a ho is what I don’t chase |
| You prayin' to that mystery god, that shit is so fake |
| Deaf and blind swine eaters |
| Been knew the world was mine, didn’t need no confirmation from a palm reader |
| Been through mad shit, my life a page out the Don Diva |
| Been a fly nigga, I get pussy with my mom’s features |
| How I sound is like Farrakhan’s speeches |
| I show the devil what long reach is, we hard to hear |
| Me and ANKHLEJOHN is morphine and fentanyl mixed |
| Raw shit |
| These niggas ain’t no calm, they all corpses (Niggas is dead) |
| Nothing as hard as this |
| Sniff 'til your nose lose all the cartilage |
| What I record is marvelous, motherfucker |
| Shaap shit only |