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John: no. I don't think so because...
Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance.
John: every nation will have
Pain the love the buttons
Pressed and played on repeat it made John Doe a puppet
Master yanking on those fucking
Strings and changing moods like clothing
watch ya gyal
Yuh pum pum a jump like a frog for a john
Cause me fuck you so good you say "Oh God
Oh God"
You cum just by thinking about how me
Ram it
Listen up, I got a story to tell
John the Baptist wore wild minks
Strewn out the room with a swoon and a wink
Big body Bethlehem links
Talk
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
like they love Hoover
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BOW!
They, they talking that
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
Or the hoes I got - catchin' stunts in the drop
Now, Nas, you love
yet
Could you turn your back on all of this
I can't abide standing by as a witness to the end of the world
Holt took a boat to a Chinese sub
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good
'Cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, bam
They, they talking
wrote
We'll take John down, send him to hell
Cuz doing nothing is the same as doing it yourself
People you love can do bad things
And people like you
no damn genie
Bitches always want a freebie
I'm John Cena you can't see me
Why these niggas talking about
Let me cuff her
A lot bad bitches
Yeah under
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
that it? Nope!
Purple Rain by Prince
Blues Traveler Four
Toto One and Four
Riot Brand New Eyes by Paramore
Father John Misty Fear Fun
Talking Heads
entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well
Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did
fuckin' dick, bite me
I'm not somebody that you should be takin' lightly
All of this hate in the air, it blinds me
Admit it, you fuck boys love to fight me
Caston Holt
11:47 AM (0 minutes ago)
to me
[Chorus: CAPTAIN]
Way too many choices getting harder to decide
thinking about my money I got too
When I love up love up
You who's calling bluff
Hey yo, john is chilling
Dirty cash dealing
What more can I say, we living
That's what we got, we
And besides, dirty cash talking to her
Buying her fake furs and taking her to the fever
Quiet as it's kept, that ain't even his benz
She spends his franklins
In my blood DNA go ahead test me
Michael Holt known to smoke
Til the bag is empty
Killa shit rip
E. Presley
Hat to the back
Relaxed floatin down
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