Lyrics:
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in
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Don't steal my energy I won't let you get a fraction
Jack Johnson with this action
No cap we the pack from the left
onto the ground by Jack's feet
And the man said "Wow, I didn't even have to cheat"
Jack lost his mind both literally and figuratively
And the man turned
feet up feelin' comfy
Keep that heat right by my undies
No you can't take nothing from me
Boy my wordplay sick, disgusting
Got that crack like I be
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
or maybe jack and sprite
A case of Coors light and its on tonight
We talking about a party down on Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble we don't mean
can get things done
She said I've never seen his face
But there some things a woman knows
I don't get carried away
By lonesome shadows or fading echoes
Hot summer
Move like a runner
This ain't no gimmick, I feel like a gunner
Heh, that's word to my mother
(Ooh babyyy)
Nothing but bars this summer
Your batter bitter buy some better butter bitch
Betty bopper bopping on my magic johnson better get her bruh
Yo' jack and seem then pop your pill
Me
This song’s for Robert Johnson Cause he sang the blues
This song’s for Robert Johnson Ain’t got nothing to lose
Young Robert Johnson died a long time
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
Has Boris Johnson ever abused
The things he was given by the people he used?
As he climbed up to the top of that hill
To find himself at the foot
nothing new
I'm good
I don't care what the odd say
Her gaps on my Johnson
I BANK on what my mind says
I'm good
Carry that like I was Godsent
I'm good never
like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something
harder than that
But I got standard from when
Niggas rocked a starter cap
And I got morals for myself
I'm living by a code
And I arrive for you even if you
of this?
The makings of the perfect bitch
A ghoul at night, I roll like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
The makings of a perfect bitch
A ghoul at night
I role like Jack the Ripper
Trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
Mad niggas in this
Jack was a happy sailor who owned his own boat. He loved nothing more than spending his days out on the open water, exploring new shores and meeting
smile
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll
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