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of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
I'll live and die a fisherman.
Calling John the Fisherman.
I'll heal
Won't catch me on my heels
Like my coach screamin' dig
I only play to win, but
I don't play to begin with
I say less, it means more
I forgive,
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
I got the bait to catch ya, i'm the big fish in the pond
And i'm fishing with a pole, they call me silvers john long
If that don't excite ya and i'm
(walk away from me)
We different, I'm not the one to converse (uh-huh)
By the time you mumble your verse
I'll be in top five company, comfortably,
(MIA JAY C)
Ha
Nah, for real (I hear you, JAY C)
Ha (ha), every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha, no cap)
In the field, John Madden,
back
Dean needs salt beef, I told him I’ll get it
Chris likes em dark, he’s tryna get bedded
Johns number 1 u tell him I said it
Shout Big Bills, RIP
the deep end, imma catch you by your Jaws
Yeah I don't slack
Drop in on the mat
You can't hold me back
Tit for tat
Chargin' like a horse
You cannot attack
Good God John
What have you done
You fucked up this time
It can't be undone
I remember you
Your face was lit up
They put a restraint on you John
I
like John Wick
(John Wick)
We let bullets go, fuck the opps
Them niggas not 'bout shit
(Hol' up, 'Bout shit)
Pull up by myself, just a few niggas
I rock
running by
Running by
Running by
Running by
Running by
Running by
Running by
I'll see you as I'm running by
You'll catch my eye cutie pie
I love you but I
1, 2, 3, 4
I'll throw you like a rock out by the seaside, by the shore
5, 6, 7, 8
Bitch, I'm not no pussy, I be lifting all those weights
I'll scoop
Route 66
You can‘t catch me ba ma side
Yeeah uuh
We catch‘em by suprise
Fell in love, suicide,
Take a puff, riding high
Niggas hatin, telling lies
a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie
She works in I,c,u and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital, that'll work
Paid
John's gone his senses loaded over by your house,
You know, it's so basic
One two three four
John's gone his senses loaded
Over by your house
It's
act like a baby
So I'll get him extra bibs
If you catch me at a barbecue, I'm eating
My plate full, a full plate a rack of ribs
Yurr Yurr Yurr Yurr
Red beam on your head like a durag
You already know what it is man, 100k man, free Lil John John free Lil Sed the Lil Sed
Blat
Read beam on your head
I'm gon' make a way
We gon' catch you slippin', the killa don't play
Man who is the killa? D-R-E, it's Dre (Yeah bitch)
Look mane, I'll take your bitch
John was when John did his Baptism thing?
Fools, you have no perception
The stakes we are gambling are frighteningly high
We must crush Him completely
CAIAPHAS
Fools, you have no perception!
The stakes we are gambling are frighteningly high!
We must crush him completely,
So like John before him,
racks, I told the clerk to approve it
Leave the house at 9:30, by 11, sell my fiend a birdie
Get to Memphis at 12:30, I'll be back by 3, don't worry
What
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John's gone his senses loaded over by your house it's so basic
One, two, three, four
John's gone his senses loaded
Over by your house it's so
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