Johnny B33 - Kiki Pawlmer

Who the hell are they
Why would we see them
Tryna turn the colors gray
I wanna CC Jim
You can't even call a play
Ain't tall enough to touch the rim
So who the hell are they
And why would we see them
Who the hell are you
Cause we the first ones to do it
Just please accept this truth
It's got a lil sweetness to it
I'd rather have the booth
I know ya screws a lil loose
I bet You think it's not the truth
But we the first ones to do it

First let me apologize
I'm sorry to this man
If I saw him in the street
I wouldn't know him from a fan
He had a viral tweet
Move like this shit is really sweet
Life ain't never been nice and neat
Boy you can't even by a gram
This shit got me weak
You ain't working 80 hour weeks
Ain't even put softener on you sheets
Naw this shit got me dead
You niggas chasing clout instead of bread
You ain't using nothing in that head
Naw this shit got me screaming
You ain't doing nothing else but dreaming
So wake up, I'm in yo sleep I saw you feenin
This shit got me weak
Ain't even put softener in yo sheets
You ain't gave no offering every week

Who the hell are they
Why would we see them
Tryna turn the colors gray
I wanna CC Jim
You can't even call a play
Ain't tall enough to touch the rim
So who the hell are they
And why would we see them
Who the hell are you
Cause we the first ones to do it
Just please accept this truth
It's got a lil sweetness to it
I'd rather have the booth
I know ya screws a lil loose
I bet You think it's not the truth
But we the first ones to do it

Written by:
Johnny Blanford

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