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About six months ago,
To a man who drives a hardware van
For Johnny Fox and Co.

Farewell to Dixon's soap suds
From the famous brand called Crown,

The Mero

The Dubliners

Wild Rover [Double Classics]

1998

your man?
It's only Johnny 40 coats, 
Sure he's a desperate man

Bang Bang shoots the buses 
With his golden key
Hay-hi-diddly-I
And out goes she

On the Sidewalks of New York

Nat King Cole

Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days of Summer

1963

Down in front of Casey's,
Old brown wooden stoop,
On a summer's evening, 
We formed a merry group;
Boys and girls together,
We would sing

as rain
Tongue with a cuttin' Dust Bowl twang
And she wears a ring, the good girl down the road
 
Been close with Johnny since we was 12
With our

Up There

Six60

Six60 EP

2017

Johnny, Uncle Bob and Freddie
(Uncle Bob, Uncle Bob, hey)

I'd listen to my tapes
Between sugar and cartoon breaks
And if I was hurting, uh
That was

Everything goes on late here
Me and Sally Brown
Sitting back in a Cadillac
Ain't got no worries at

Bourbon Street
Bourbon Street
Bourbon Street
Bop

(Latto)
Musclin' through, call me Johnny Bravo (yeah)
Real bitches, y'all here that sound? (Yeah)
Shittin' on them hoes, no Doo-Doo Brown (no Doo-Doo

walk it out
Stanky leg, Harley Brown, whatever man
And the browns said the dick is in my hand
Make my way over to baby girl
Standing in her stands
Little

mother fucker)
Wait wait wait
(Breezy)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Girl I wanna make ya sing like opera
Gotta cold headed dose I'm your doctor
Pink house like

pattern, yeah
Rest in peace Johnny, man
He had more keys than Khaled, yeah
All of my flows is violent, all of my hoes is solid
All of my hoes is naughty

Down in front of Casey's
Old brown wooden stoop
On a summer's evening we formed a merry group
Boys and girls together we
Would sing and waltz
While

it look like ice cream
Teeth slightly gold
Yeah, it need a bit of whitening

Johnny Depp, Boba Fett, Elizabeth
Lil' check, lavishness 
Yeah, it's

Peyton Place, U.S.A.

Allan Sherman

My Name Is Allan

1965

here's the snapper:
Every book in it's covered in a plain brown wrapper.
Peyton Place, where the good life is,
Depending where your wife is.

Nobody's

Box in Hand

Street

Ironman

1996

team, walked up in Fotomat
Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town
We love horse races shakin

Johnny cage

Mentiras me cercam e eu deixo momentos verdadeiros sucumbirem na minha cisma
Desconfiado até com oque penso, sempre propenso a ficar por

Bitch niggas wanna call me Uncle Thomas
Meanwhile pussy niggas rocking rompers 
But I'm on my shit you can roger that johnny 
Hi hello how you doing

she gotta bite like brown recluse, ow
I gotta get on the road, don't wanna be on my own
Tell me now and let me now, and I will never let you go
Proverb

and Carrie underwood? 
Yeah, or Zac Brown or Tim McGraw 
And maybe we'll get to sing our song on the grand old Opry 
Wow, oh yeah!

I got that country

The Devils got rhythm but he ain't got soul

Next he threw a party in the county jail
And he said to Mr. Cash "won't you tell me a tale?"
Johnny said no and he

Brown
Drip Gucci with tigers you might hear it growl
Wock in the Gatorade it give me electrolytes
Wock wock wock wock
Hi-tech in a lemonade looking like

a taste of that Coochie back
Why these niggas pulling up like hashback
Finna pull up like a hash brown
Cookin up dope in the trap house
Why these niggas

I'm keeping it real
I'm a scam God imma get some new bling, these bitches they dying to see
I got some brown new wheels, I pull up with Z's
We counting

Hawking
I'm too nice I give you options
Brown the colour of my concoction
Yeah you know I'm Johnny Walking (Bitch)
Take it the head, yeah just pour that

drop clips they drop shit
I aim they defecate, funny
Make claims and make a face, eew
I got that spicy sauce, yus
You funky with a brown paste, eww
Nasty