Lyrics:
tone and that third trombone has to go
The man could not be deafer, so please, preferably one who plays in tune"
"Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera
on the run
One two three or one to Juan
Watch out for the lonely Juan
He's the quick and quiet son
You don't want him on the run
One two three or one to Juan
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Juan Mágan, Juan Mágan
Mouthful of pretty lies
Handful of dynamite
Every time you let me burn
If I'm being honest I just never
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
the wind
And there's one, by God, aviso that will never flash again!
Weeping red tears from a third eye that the guilty cannot feel
From the Springfield
at the Hyatt
Tu comes dinner Mexican
Somebody really ought to shoot you
For the things that you have done
I hope nobody does it
I want to be the Juan
From
but it's not likely
To ever happen, so I just keep rappin'
This real mackin', this ain't actin'
[Chorus]
[Outro: Bishop Don Magic Juan]
Yeah,
Get ready for the international hit by Mula, Juan Magan
I'm exchange of my baby and you don't care by
Now listen to me lady and mend my broken
of two
It's not Romeo and Juliet, it's me and you
You're being handicapped by a Don Juan rap
You can hope I disappear, girl, but I'll be back
'Cause I
TALANGKA BLUES
Sa Bayan ni Juan/ sabi huwag siyang/ tularan. (He’s not popular in town, he’s the lazy Juan (one)) Isang umaga,/asul/ ang kala/ngitan,
wait til niggas make it
My niggas finna make it
I told em be impatient
I'm high like Air Force One
Beat made by Air Force Juan
I'm shining like new
(goddamn goblin)
We are not the same, I am a martian
A year ago, I was poor, somewhat
Now my future's brighter than Christopher's new haircut
Bruno
But it’s on and on with the programme
Got turned on by a slow jam
Thinking we’re Don Juan, oh damn
But it’s on and on with the programme
Got turned
Four hundred fifty four grams by my mac book
Do u want the girl scout cookies or the plat cook
Call my nigga juan cuz he taught me how to crack cook
nigga
I think I'm Calvin Broadus
I think I'm Calvin Broadus
Trap jump like a six four impala
Don Juan type of niggas be my partners
Soldiers with some
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
Brother be smart
We ranking in charts
Ma name is Juan Meza they call me mozart
I'm the future goat
10k in my coat
When they hear ma music they hang
Ay que lee ay que lea
One single palm
Alone and singing
Ay que lee
If San Juan knew
When his day was
San Juan would come down
From heaven to earth
kara shuru meri khoj
I ain't got no chance
Life stuck in the harsh lane
I know I am trying to change the world by my own way
Still trying to blow my
by RADIOHEAD
"We Suck Young Blood" by RADIOHEAD
"Where I End and You Begin" by RADIOHEAD
"A Punchup at a Wedding" by RADIOHEAD
"Idioteque" by RADIOHEAD
My name is Juan Hano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea
Well
rapper cats and proceed to (Make mill 5-6 Vill)
I be seein em down at Mardi Gras gettin flows off
Everything gettin showed off
Not me, tryin to mock me
I'm on the drink & Lil Juan on them swishers (swishers)
Prolly plottin' on how we can get richer (richer)
Or talking bout how ol' girl done got thicker
pushed by him, into her room
Her brother grabbed Papa's shoulder, but he would not be moved
Papa has something he must tell you said Maria
Juan wouldn't
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