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thejonesmob - mbongeni lyrics

[intro]

uyinkosiiiiiiiiii… abongemaaaaayoooooooooo

mbongeniiiiiiiiii…..

mboooooooongeeeeeniiiiiiiii… ah!

[verse starts – thejonesmob]

i’m a k!llionare i’m a young money copycat
rocking snap backs coughing money up i’m off of track
in unexplored places like i’m off the map, a c-cky brat – ty
white kid talking black, that’s kind of awkward hah
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a product of an internet ad, one tip to get rich
you’re a sellout or broke fast like the halves of break-fast
spit wisdom loose at sixteen, just ask my dentist
rip your necklace off your neck until i leave you neckless
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are you in vip? cuz i’m not on the guest list
but i’ll show up either way and i’m acting reckless
that don’t mean i’ve never been a wreck but listen check this
don’t ride the d-ck, that’s my (pole/poll) f-g i’ve been elected
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ya shes munching on the c-ck but no d-ck forensics
money bags dragged in magnitudes like richter’s pension
is wordplay’s more vital than being just pretentious?
sometimes i think i rap random but i check my lenses
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and remember the art of random metaphor is the common trend-ses
and extra syllables are a k!ller when it comes to end-ses
and extra villains are a k!ller when it comes to friendships
humans and drugs are both k!llers and there’s no defences
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cocaine city, cane pillars and paink!llers
that aim for ya brain till ya ain’t even in even in pain you’re just
k!lling yourself with pleasure, drugs are a dang thriller
it seems all the white guys who popped pills became iller
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on the same type of stereo the drugs are the fame’s k!ller
and we could use a different drug, cuz f-ck it it’s the same filler
yet not the same feeling, lets say z-bars make you stay chiller
sipping miller lite, paler than mac, but i ain’t miller
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the feeling knocks you on a stretcher aka it’s an od
oh, puking from e is cool – if you don’t know see
for yourself when the vomit’s on your cold knees
and you’re in the rain half p-ssed out without the police
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when i’m p-ssed out i don’t worry cuz you know me
i drop hot sh-t and i’m allowed to say it won’t reek
and in my f-cking dreams imma get the p-ssy so deep
and her goldi[locks] are so d-mn long i use a low [key]
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i make earl sweatshirts best verse look decent, 1:55
and a bowl full of death juice look like a capri sun
i make death grips feel like a loose hold
and lil wayne feel way too tall
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you all got small b-lls, my b-lls need a u-haul
and i’m all, in your face, is it my fault? i can sue y’all
i’m 89 cent, suing for 99 cents
see so much cheese and tacos, i got diamonds for rent
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the bell tolls, the cash comes, look it up if you’re that dumb
your d-ck’s curved? ask dad. your p-ssy hurts? then ask mum
modern music is all tech called techno like daft punk
and i spit so raw when the song’s over i’m half done
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you want beef? raise the stakes, no turkey so don’t f-cking stuff me/
i’m going ham so if you’re jewish don’t f-cking touch me/
a funny sounding fiend craving quack ya rubber ducky
squish out ya trail then squash your track and i’m coming roughly
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p-ssing on your style but you won’t notice dog the p is silent
if we’re talking ptarmigan then why is birdman being violent?
think i’m talking random? rap g*nius it and read the rhymes and
take the time to spread your roots now’s not the time for being private
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the kush k!lling the mood? remember always be alive kid
you’re smarter than the bullies and they don’t realize sh-t
just rap like a silent g, spitting phlegm and kicking dust
being kind, not giving f-cks, teasing chicks and living up
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pay respect – giving love, sure not into living thug
keeping relevance and interest at the same time it’s tricky, f-ck
i am pure confidence, call me mayback c-cky
i ain’t rich motherf-cker, i am a$ap rocky
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drink that liquor, f-ck her quicker, smoke a swisher, booty bigger
got that finger on the trigger aim it at my favorite neighbor
get that paper get it a$ap this how they rap, ain’t an insult
just a straight fact – talk sh-t, say facts – do both, guess that drake can’t
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i’m a canadian product of slim shady and vodka
i’m in vans and khakis the devil don’t wear prada
saved up 200 bucks, bussed downtown then bought a
simple mic that i can rap to, my progress is nada
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but most 16 year olds ain’t got a planned out career
in my motherf-cking dreams i’ll to be d-mn outta here
by the time i hit 19 i’m quite keen to kick
and maybe live at uvic with raf, some cash and a b-tch
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and i’m an amateur yes, but i’m an average kid
with a lavish way of living and a matter of zits
on my face, but i’ll still let you sandwich your t-ts
on either side of my d-ck, d-mn you’s a glamorous chick
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and yeah that kid matt? he raps and it’s all what it seems
make it shake like guatemala, y’all are calling me mean
but i’m also teen, with some b-lls and a dream
so when i jack off and rap, y’all could just call it scene
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clay’s in pain now but you see my souls aching too
i shatter your tv screen while i’m on the breaking news
i could say i hate christians but not allowed to say i hate the jews
and if i hate g-ys i’m accepted i’ll keep making moves
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taking two vicodins and blazing through these days and do
i even see a difference from my feelings and the ways i move
if i hate a few h0m-s no i’m not aloud these crazy views
cause if i tease i have no soul, i ain’t ginger, i’m playful dude
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he’s a satanist, no morals, a har-ssment, isn’t he
my molars polarize me i’m still with my wisdom t–th
that means i’m a smart mouth but i’m dumb if i’m a cannibal
cause i am what i eat yet fox new’s ain’t animals
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two humps and it’s straight to the brain – she’s got a camels throat
two bad those two fruity b-tches say they can’t elope
like carey man? raf said matty you just carry onto brynley
he meant carey’s onto brynley – those two chicks are awfully kinky
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triple the tricky b-ss until your tipsy gets t-tties
in his face but you ain’t tipsy you are drunk so you forget these
funny moments from the past, so you gas and have a half a pound
of gr-ss and you can kiss my f-cking asthma if you can’t allow
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a stoner to breath in you’re presence, well who’s laughing now
no asked about this sh-t before – but they’re asking now
b-tches will you marry me i’m making cream like dairy queen
a scary scene a murder dream a k!ller’s thoughts on garry street
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where kids smoke pot and spend hours walking home from school 5:21
prejudice prefer other grades “in ours, no one’s cool”
you can’t a make a good time out of a sh-tty place
that’s whole goal of high school, sh-t’s hard with a zitty face
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