Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah (ohh, yeah)
We The Best Music! (major)
Bag alert, bag alert, bag alert
Another One!
Bag, bag, bag, bag
DJ Khaled!
Yeah
a major record company, named Bald-Headed John . . . King of the Plookers . . .
Father Riley B. Jones:
This is the story 'bout
Bald-Headed John
Louis: Yes . . .
Roy: I kind of miss him
Louis: Yeah, me too
Roy: Getting on top of him and all
Louis: He had a very nice body too
Roy: Yeah, even
diapers diapers
All of his shits shits shits
Require major wipers
Oh god why
Do fish fly
Roy's pink pills
Fill my sac
Shake shake them pillies Roy
You
almost gave that bitch a baby
I'll show up at roys house I got ptsd
Bravo six going dark requesting uav
Call me john krasinski
Call me john krasinski
Call
stomach
Because I'd seen the cover and the man that they were talking about
Had instigated a riot in one of our major cities last summer
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda
This is a song
About best friends
John Roy
Was a boy I knew
Since he was three
And I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me
The only
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was 2
Grew up 2 little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda ripened
Hey, here is Tobi in Hedekai mafia Exclusive
Biaz! Biaz! We present today: OG Roy!
Ha! Ha!
Hey! Ich bin OG Roy aka stecher Hustler LP
And this is my
le roy in Portogallo per pagare meno tasse
Anche in lockdown ho più gafi che John McAfee
E non mi dire che non mi importa se al quarto giorno di
the ghost John Wick
Oh fuck I'm hard as God, had a sex-o-gasm
When I stuck my carbon rod in your ectoplasm
Now tell me where to throw my nut cause I'm
rana Gyurta
John il Rosso come Burda, gialle e blu mica le Gundam, volo in cielo oscurato Polunga
Porto connessione plug prolunga, suca, one two one two,
She packed her bags, walked out that door
Said she don't need me anymore
Cracked a beer, called up John-Roy
I'm going drinking with the boys
She
and Jerry Clower
Glen Campbell's Goodtime Hour
John Wayne and Marshall Dillon
Roy Rogers, Andy Griffith
Ben and Adam, Hoss and Little Joe
And Festus
homies from west
They be picking up them guns I ain't Neva seen em shoot
John John pull up on you quick you get to shaking in yo boots
Got that ghetto in
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
Der John macht Scheiße hat der 'ne Meise
Geht der auf Reise
Schlägt man ihn grün und krumm
Dann ist er ganz, ganz ganz dumm
Er sucht dann das Meer in
come undone
We lost blood lost souls lost wives and lost fathers
cs T Roy and Confederates saw ghosts beside waters
But still up on the road and still
dem call him joy
Yuh nuh fe call Yellowman nuh bwoy
Yuh nuh fe call John John nuh bwoy
Yuh nuh fe take I and I fe bwoy
dem call him joy
Yuh nuh fe call Yellowman nuh bwoy
Yuh nuh fe call John John nuh bwoy
Yuh nuh fe take I and I fe bwoy
my own lane (ayy yo Pluto, you goin' brazy)
That lil' ho, she a no name
I pray to God and I don't be on games (D. Major, baby)
This what they
Major go dumb on this bitch, he go sped
Haha
Hold on, bow bow hold on gang
The best motherfucker rapper hold on
Bow bow bow pow
Meezy so Major
Hold
Aristotle Socrates Hegel
Can’t knock me
I’mma philosophy major
Philosophy major
Can’t knock me
I’mma philosophy major
Jacques Locke
John Locke
Jacques
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