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Stoner Jordan is like the worst artist I have ever heard You ain't shit Stoner My grandma can out smoke you Bro, Stoner Jordan Who even the fuck are you Just a piece of shit man Stoner what Stoner who Never heard of him Didn't nobody want to help Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf They want to see you fail They want to see you give up Everybody your friend when you winning But when you losing they split up It is what it is The story been written I came a long way Now my name long distance I deserve what I'm getting Cause I stay consistent I put in the work I wear the shirt I am the business Like I caught a hot one Got everybody watching Everybody rocking Cause I'm fucking awesome Haters can't see me Like we was hotboxing And I'll be smoking ganja Till my bones turn to fossils I just landed in Roswell Sauce on my nogging And the TSA love my THC diamonds From the top to the bottom I got to get y'all locked in @Stonerjordan423 Give me a follow Didn't nobody want to help Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf The story been written I came a long way Now my name long distance Didn't nobody want to help Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf The story been written I came a long way Now my name long distance Ey, and I got to shout out Michael Down in Tucson, he helped so much I put that on the Bible He put bread in my pocket Nuff said, much love brody I appreciate you OG Till the death I owe you homie But yo, times have changed And shit feeling different I'm on another level now Me and my people getting it Celebrating the elevating Man this shit been wonderful My team believe in me And they know one day soon That I'm uh blow Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf Now I'm moving through country Like I'm bringing you the mail You won't see me post bail I ain't going back to jail Put your hands Southwest That means put em in the air Now put your hands Southwest That means put em in the air Say hell ya with yuh chest Hell ya Say hell ya with yuh chest Hell ya Now it's time to invest Didn't nobody want to help Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf The story been written I came a long way Now my name long distance Didn't nobody want to help Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf The story been written I came a long way Now my name long distance Look at me now, I'm getting paid Your bitch slob on my knob Got me feeling, like Juicy J Real freak bitches Shake ya moneymakers Fuck a hater Go and getchya OF up Twerk that monkey Getchya paper Don't feel ashamed That's the, way of the game If you ain't loud about your shit Nobody remember your name Red and black with the drip lid for a reason First impression is the most important It ain't no secret Once you meet me, you won't forget me Dressed in more red than sphagetti With a bunny like Kelly Bundy, mmmm, yummy, nummy Christina, Applegate, get in my tummy Didn't nobody want to help Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf The story been written I came a long way Now my name long distance Didn't nobody want to help Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf The story been written I came a long way Now my name long distance Didn't nobody want to help Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf The story been written I came a long way Now my name long distance Didn't nobody want to help Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf The story been written I came a long way Now my name long distance Didn't nobody want to help Like I was just a book Collecting dust on the shelf The story been written I came a long way Now my name long distance
Writer(s): Derek Nielson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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