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John Madden Lyrics - Artist : Spose
Sitting at my mom's dreaming about paychecks with loot,
My ex-girl's boobs, and how to smoke legal like Snoop… (oops) I'm interrupted by the door knock, [*knock-knock*] 4:18… Who the hell is this?!? I get up quick, tuck my dick I stop Drew from barkin' and get to Chris walking, It's a face that I've seen before, Mike George We both graduated class of '04 I look deeper, he's got trees up in a beaker And in his fist, Backwoods and a Bic That's that shit, Michael, is you joking or smoking He tells me, "We got two minutes to get it toking'" 420 on the digital, this is pivotal Cause I'm broke as fuck and I enjoy being a criminal Right before this happened I was sitting here rapping Watching Youtube booty clapping, PS2 action, playing: John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden Switch it Tony Hawk, Ton-Ton-Tony Hawk Tony Hawk, Ton-Ton-Tony Hawk Say no money money no money money money No money money no money money money I blazed and played John Madden when I got up (Mar-a-ju-on-na is everywhere, where was you brought up?) You know it's Groves cause the flow's so tight I got instrumentals downloaded, mobile device- Just in case I want to kick it, take a go at the mic I'm hot as hell even though Maine's colder than ice Take what you make in a week, and i'll be folding it twice It doesn't matter what the numbers even show on the price I'm always taking chances like I'm rolling the dice And I used to push the ganja from an O to a slice But I'm learning more as I grow older in life It's not about how many punches that you throw in the fight It's about why you throw 'em |
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