Lyrics.com »
Search results for 'm'culloch, john ramsey'
Yee yee! We've found 22 lyrics and 199 artists matching m'culloch, john ramsey.
Artists:
Lyrics:
niggas hate it Make them hot like Arizona I ain't have a pot to piss in Now I flitter, jitter, glisten, and got chicken You would think I'm Ramsey, way I
Ode to John Keats is a synonym for the beige, bland, non-salted, lukewarm brain cereal of Attention-spam deficit It was the $1,000 USG first prize
are the best John Charles Ian Rush Mark Hughes Neville Southall Simon Davies Craig Bellamy Robbie Savage John Hartson Gary Speed Ashley Williams
it) I was responsible for killin' John Candy Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry I don't give a fuck who you are I'll shit on anybody, truly yours
cleanin' And sucking dick and that's it (I said it) I was responsible for killin' John Kennedy Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry I don't give a fuck
don't even need a gun, put a tomahawk in his back Say he gonna ride, but I know that ain't facts Catching him slipping, Gordon Ramsey the way I cook
cant cross back I'm done with you and that's a fact I dunno what he do for you All I know is what he do for me That john cena you cant see I been
Bruce Wayne Ogni rima muore un vip Ramsey Sparo allo sceicco Sono lo sceriffo Sono John Wayne Hey che succede Guarda il mio paese Come retrocede Si ma
it) I was responsible for killin' John Candy Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry I don't give a fuck who you are I'll shit on anybody, truly yours
dick for free In the field like John Wayne And I'm from the town like Dame Like Sha Cari runnin to the bag Jalen Ramsey pull up in a jag Doin drugs I
Ramsey Living life like I'm so fancy This Is all dream In the clouds Falling down Head is spinning Round and round Tell me why Every night Woken
and slidin, she riding; with a big splash and she glidin Hit it like paul wall got her going sideways Like lil john from and to the wall she Up on the ceiling
JonBenét Patricia Ramsey was an American child beauty queen Who was killed at the age of six in her family's home I just want to be loved I just want
out here like ah he felt I got tricks up my fuckin sleeve And my motherfucking karate belt Gordan Ramsey in this bitch The fuck is this shit ah bloody
So i'm taking my planet And i'm causing a shift Throw me the ball why dont no one wanna play I jump through hoops jump off the plane I'm the ramsey
someone getting brutally murder? And he's like, but these presents, he knows what happened to John Benet Ramsey Alright, bye everyone, Merry Christmas.
Married “The Poppins” Burning The Streets, Why Seats Getting Warmed “MOBB DEEP” How We Quiet Storms! (Method) Hc I John With The Blaze!! Gridiron
Sidney crosby I watch my mama chop a brick, no karate We be couped like Audi Tough as Teflon Don, no John Gotti I told you before, I'm a rap star Fast car,
protection There's a proper time and Placement Hit ya phone but lost connection Should've stayed out of that basement Yea I'm cooking up New name Gordon Ramsey
pay a fee Say my name yeah first and last So I know they must've heard about me In the gym tryna shoot like John Talking shit and my niggas on Feeling
at the candystore We Fucked up, resort to plan B Fuck around she and up like Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right) Matter of fact you better check the DNA (what) She
an Uzi The pregnant floozy on the couch Oh that's Mrs. Tom riffing on Some coke fuck though the baby isn't Tom's And Mr. Johns down the block don't
Discuss these m'culloch, john ramsey Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In