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paul johnson - young abdulleh lyrics

[verse 1]
boom bap hip hop murder every beat
this n-gg- doesn’t even murder any beats
cause he ain’t from the motherf-cking streets
limousine limousine limousine
b-tch you just a wannabe
cause honestly you just try to get in front of me
kick your car i got no regrets
katarina sanchez
that’s where the land ends
cause she’s just a f-cking b-tch
rolling through dub city on the f-cking bandwagon
just trying to find my way through all the traffic

[hook]
paul johnson
paul johnson yeah paul johnson (7x)
paul johnson got a small johnson
paul johnson yeah paul johnson (2x)
this n-gg- paul johnson
aye!

[verse 2]
paul johnson got a small johnson
everybody knows that, yeah we go way back
all my n-gg-s coming through, palestinians shot by the jews
isis, just a f-cking crisis
boy got his license, girls on his privates
money shot skeet skeet big prizes
smoke so much weed, got bronchitis
spirit of a master, head of an ibis
mathematics so tight like i went to school in greece
pussy so tight like i got it off my beats
my lady’s eyebrows on fleek, pussy so sweet
house worth a million, swag worth a billion
donald trump falling into oblivion
four thousand followers, instagram
yeah do it for the fam cause all my n-gg-s do it for the bands

[hook]
paul johnson
paul johnson yeah paul johnson (7x)
paul johnson got a small johnson
paul johnson yeah paul johnson (2x)
this n-gg- paul johnson
aye!

[verse 3]
white supremacy, these n-gg-s trying to get the best of me
homeless on they knees, begging me for what they need
take a knife and end somebody’s life, -ss-ssin’s creed
don’t know what to say man, don’t know how to speak
too busy taking hits and smoking h-lla weed
gunshots in sf we so stressed
thots on after school dreaming about sex
and wannabe bodybuilders look at how much they flex
reflected in your ears and reflected in your eyes
pulling b-tches left and right these b-tches wanna fight
do it for the family and do it for your rights
be grateful that you have a place you’re sleeping in at night
paul johnson white boy number 10 be my f-ckin guest
i wonder who the f-ck is next
it’s been a long ride since we ever met
red cards and getting sent off it’s the ref’s call
i play with too much intensity
honestly should i just stop putting in energy?

- young abdulleh lyrics

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