Lyrics:
Johnson
She got hella curls
But look pretty in her bonnet
I can't understand
I've been trying for my daughter
I've been making plays
Bet I coach, coach
Welcome to the laker game
Can we get this eighteenth ring
Welcome to the laker gang
Oh we got magic johnson up in this thang
Welcome to the laker gang
Got
a delicate
Man she on my Johnson
She said fuck all them other Johnson's
I'm sick, get your vaccine
Everything I say is to the maximum
All my lines integrated
Walked up on the beat into the game, no invitation
Don't believe in me, lil nigga
You must be a pagan
You know I'm a god and I put that on my johnson
Take
It was the 29th of December, 1808
Andrew joined the Johnson family on that date
He never went to school because they were so poor
But, learned
Johnson's husband's snub nose 38
Thank god he's a bad shot and I had that toolbox, between him and me
Right or wrong that's my honkey-tonk history
I love
(rap intro by derick johnson)
Dangerous lover
With the blue-green eyes
Slides into the room
He's got trouble on his mind
Maybe you're misunderstood
t'étonnes
C'est eux qui ont fait
Eux qui ont fait
Son House et Charlie Patton
Ma Rainey et Robert Johnson
Toujours plaire aux marchands de fantômes
She was pacing back and forth
On her front porch
I pulled up slinging gravel
In my daddy's Ford
She cried all the way to Johnson's store
I kept
Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman
Sunday School teacher what brings you out slumming
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearing your dresses much too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin'
And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we
them, they sing, "Oh yeah"
Mister Johnson got a Christmas tree
He set it up with his family
They're opening their presents big and small
Mister
can hear them
They sing, "Oh yeah"
Mister Johnson got a Christmas tree
He set it up with his family
They're opening their presents big and small
can hear them
They sing, "Oh yeah"
Mister Johnson got a Christmas tree
He set it up with his family
They're opening their presents big and small
Lord help their souls be saved
Mr. Johnson's daughter flew in from Nevada
When they put him in his grave
Tommy took a summer job in Pontiac
He's
daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play and she said
Mom, I got a note here
From the Harper Valley PTA
Well the note said mrs johnson
johnson in a prison,
Didn't belong in some new school
He might find others just like him
Obviously he's retarded (look at your kids)
Look at what they see
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running round with men and goin' wild
And we don't
Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking and a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild
And we don't believe you
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running 'round with men and goin' wild
And we don't
"Hey man, can you throw one on?"
I'm with a blonde and my Johnson's what she's blowing on
I'm in the backseat, I nut, she catch it like a Pokémon
a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson with a 10-dollar guitar
Strapped to his back looking for a tomb
Ah, well here comes Lucifer
saw him
I saw him
Laughing
I could hear them
Laughing
Alive
I could hear them
E. A. Poe
And Johnny Johnson
If you dial in
They're calling
a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson with a 10-dollar guitar
Strapped to his back looking for a tomb
Ah, well here comes Lucifer
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