Lyrics:
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
with the homies
On the block
Where niggas be wild'n and wild'n
And on the way home he got stopped by the siren
Johnny got slammed to the ground
Just
haven't already said
I wanna write a diss track but my enemies are already dead
I only smoke one spliff but my eyes are already red
I'll be waiting til
haven't already said
I wanna write a diss track but my enemies are already dead
I only smoke one spliff but my eyes are already red
I'll be waiting 'til
See I had to grow up with struggle but I still knew how to hustle
Shit if soap was to make me some money
I swear I'd be making bubbles
All these
like me a lot
Gotta go get it, no time to be stopped
"Like Johnny we get it, but when you gon' drop?"
Just trust in the vision, I'll get to the top
Talk
no holy
Everybody got an iPhone
If you wanna help me then kiss me and fuck me good-good-good tonight
Inglewood tonight
LA be bright but still
good so we milly tock
(Yeah)
Hey how you doing, I'm feeling amazing
See i just came up under the jungle
Putting out fire like I be a rhino
Get on my
How could I want something else but you and I
And how could I be grateful for gifts when you're on my mind
And now I'm by the fireplace alone
You know
and hydroponics
Everybody want a piece like I'm Johnny Mnemonic
I say no yes man, want it, let my bredren on it
Disrespect, it's gonna be some dead man pon it
Give
a bag
Focus on the good leave the bad in the past
Ain't nobody touching how im feeling that's a fact
Grateful for what i have
Got it under control, i can
Murder genius, I'm probably plottin' on bodies wanted dead
She murder, see me, she suck it sloppy when she give me head
He sending treaties, we leave 'em
dead
Nigga try to play the playboy, its gon be Whole Lotta Red
My name not Johnny, I'm not the nigga that you test
Chopper chap yo skin, lil nigga you
to
Be dead found in the
Earlier days bringing the
Old ways remember them good old days
Less shootings and meaningful music
Niggas abused music
So much
parents
There's a really good chance they're dead
Now you won't find a guy more grateful
I mean it's not like they're beatin' down his door
Next mornin'
melodies in my head
And im gon' keep on grindin', till I end up fuckin' dead
Addys and i'm not goin' to bed
Off these addys, and i'm not goin' to bed
All
nigga I still ain't scared man
Give a fuck if you Johnny Depp, just know that you a dead man
I ain't never met Lil Durk but all my head see is that red
currency circulation is control by dead presidents
The plan is
To be the elephant in the room
MF DOOM on shrooms
Last night I heard a boom
They wanna get me
with dirt.
"It must be dead," I said to her,
as I turned to leave.
"No, it's alive," she cried. "Just before you got here,
I swear, I saw it
gone?
You can be dead here and still live life
Or you can be filled with
The joy of your life god gave you a choice
You can chose what is right
Take my
a dream
Sellin that D
Tall-T Jabo Jeans, gas tank on E
Its some money by the store
You know a King gone EAT
She could of been a good girl
She could have
certificate
But I know your other kids was taking over ya time
And you wanted too be a good father in they life and that’s fine
But to yo kids I’m not bashing
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
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