Lyrics:
all of y'all
All i know is ball
Call me john McGraw
First you gotta crawl
Before you fucking walk
Back then i was broke
Now I'm copping goyards
Running
downtown
And I said
Hey John Michael Montgomery won't mind
If I steal a song and make it mine all mine
Like I did so many times with Tim McGraw's
Yeah
That I just miss
Back when Joe Diffie painted in John Deere Green
Alan Jackson went on the Chattahoochee
Tim McGraw begged please don't take the girl
be thinking I'ma lick
Quickdraw Mcgraw take a niggas dawg John Wick
Hitting niggas moms giving niggas broads long dick
All I smoke is Za I be on some
Target insight
Got a lock on
Silver on my damn body, like Long John's
Better get ready, get your socks on
Smackin' down your Will, no Chris Rock
McGraw got mad with you
For givin' head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me ,we made a pretty pair
Fallin' through the silver screen
Honey, I'm open
McGraw got mad with you
For givin' head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me ,we made a pretty pair
Fallin' through the silver screen
Honey, I'm open
Nashville bound
by
John Malayter
I’m Nashville bound I’m hitting the road today nothings gonna stop me, lord I’m on my way
Riding in
he QuickDraw McGraw like do we have a problem
If I reckon he get a problem, I got 2 revolvers yeah
Dead eye solve my problems like I'm John Marston
Ay
think he QuickDraw McGraw like do we have a problem
If I reckon he get a problem, I got 2 revolvers yeah
Dead eye solve my problems like I'm John Marston
McGraw like do we have a problem
If I reckon he get a problem, I got 2 revolvers yeah
Dead eye solve my problems like I'm John Marston
Ay yeah
Like I'm
think he QuickDraw McGraw like do we have a problem
If I reckon he get a problem, I got 2 revolvers yeah
Dead eye solve my problems like I'm John Marston
McGraw got mad with you
For givin' head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair
Fallin' through the silver screen
Honey, I'm open
yuh friend dem I got di Quickdraw Mcgraw
Mi pick a differebt coat so mi know weh mi waan
Weh mi waan money man waan money man waan
A nuff a dem tink mi
to sell his bus, his house, his cows: ain't had a hit since the sixties.
Well he's fed with hearin' about: Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin Raye, Billy
clique (Yeah)
John Madden, beat the pussy like a hit stick (Bang, bang)
Cash flow, I'ma get the bag quick
Came up out the slums, nigga I'ma misfit (Misfit)
still couldn't catch us, manuever on the mic or lose
heads like John the Baptist
When I rap this whack MC's feel the rapture
Others fugitive style your
fucker, star fucker
Star fucker, star fucker, star
A star fucker, star fucker
Star fucker, star fucker star
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For
cancer
A black rain yuh want
A mi dem call Quick Draw McGraw
Verse 1: A wha tek batter foot quami 'bout him a run place
A flee when the real shotta
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