Jonah, Pt. 1 Video (MV)

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I'm a loner drivin' in a loaner
Whippin' in that bitch and I got it like it's stolen
Eatin' cold cuts but that's that shit that mold us
Pretty soon you prolly gonna see me on a poster
Like Winona, but I'm much colder
And by this time next year I'm gonna tell you that I told ya
You say we low cause you don't even know us
Load 'em up barrels then we make 'em do the toe touch
I don't hold much, but I know some grown mutts that'd love to let it fly
And turn your torso into doughnuts
Like, once I call my Cosa Nostras over they gonna pull out them thangs
And then they gonna unfold ya

"Haha look, the dead body's got a boner
Hold up for a moment let me look a little closer
Oh shit, I'm pretty sure that this the guy that drove us
One thing that's fasho, he went a long way for a stoner"

Jonah. Think that boy from Arizona
But never mind that girl, I'm tryna see some areolas
Bend over and let me show you I'm a soldier
Especially if I just mixed the Henny with the cola
But no love. I don't play that like viola
Talk too much in my ear send your ass to Minnesota
It's over. Or maybe send you to Angola
Come back three weeks later with a mean case of Ebola

"Damn. Man that boy HAM
Way that he talkin', you da' thought he lost his land"

"Nah he just trippin', he just smoked a couple grams
Wait a couple hours, he'll be back from Amsterdam"

Everything I am is "f*ck Uncle Sam"
He only reaches out when he knows you lost your hands
My ballin' has been stallin'. Think I need to cop a blam
I go hard for a cracker. You can call me Stale Graham
Modern Killa Cam ridin' in a van
All wrapped up prolly lookin' Afghan

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