Lyrics:
(Down)
Now I'm back on my B.S
Henny on the rocks, two VS
Pull up with your BM in a BM
Pop champagne in the A.M
You in the presence of the 88 king, one
bout none of that sneak dissin, you can't stop me
These niggas sounding stupid cause they out here tryna doubt B.
My name in they mouth so much, they'd
me ""yes queen"" , esteemed, prestigious gene, bless seen?, portmore best scheme, seh sweet nestle yes b..yes b.
Chorus: Matta weh dem seh, matta weh
(Yo it's JB)
(Woooo)
(Haaa)
Everyone's asking was JB I'm in the back of the room with a Bhad B.
She suck my dick while sat in my blue NikeTracky (Yo)
Verse 1: Drazon B.
You should know that my princely ways
Thinkin that I ain't misbehave, barely missed the grave
Lookin out for number 1, led me
don't need to stay the course
Having strayed I can see the hidden claymores
Thad B. Radd
Thad B. Radd
As the pile builds and plumes
And further occludes
Johnny go, I said go
Go Johnny go, I said go
Johnny B. Goode
His momma told him "Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old
go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny B. Goode!
Well his mama told him
Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader
Of a big old band
Many
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go
the Holy Father
Boy I keep holy water for my homies daughter
I'll give her anything she wish like she Tim, I'm Wanda
But I'm Uncle B. so don't fuck wit me
gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact
You see me with Crakk,
быть собой
Я forever OG,"OG" is the joy,"OG"is the feature
Feature with my dawg, feature with my bro
€rDm¥n kill this shit, Artur B. in this bitch
What I
one morning
Uncle Sam had killed the priest
Moonshine rockets
Blood in both his pockets
Boozy haze and B. the beast
She was deceased
A telegram came
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go, go
Go Johnny,
the rugged female Heather B.
So all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please
No need for playing the hard anymore
The bulletproof lyricist is
that little Valley boy can play”
Go go
Go Tommy go, go
Go Tommy go, go
Go Tommy go, go
Go Tommy go, go
Tommy B. Goode
His pappy told him someday you
track when I put you in pole position
(Now swing)
[Chorus: B. Stille (girl)]
(La la la la la la la la la)
Round and around the pole she goes
(La la la la
to Kate's Tavern
Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails
Any hope for calm went John B. Sails
We're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left
(wooo)
Trippie Redd (Hook3)
(Trippie Redd bridge)
I been fucking all your b.
fucking all your b.
I been fucking all your b.
Yeah yeah got
(Third
(Everywhere worldwide)
I know you been waitin' for this world to collide
B. O. Double B. Y., it take LA, and Folarin
'Bout to take it back like Doc and Marty
If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies
Huarachi sandals
know that'll never do
Oh, if I should cry, baby would that do poor B. any good?
Well, if I should cry darlin', honey, would it do poor B. any good?
SURFIN' USA
If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies
Huarachi
A. s. i. a
L. o. v. e
A. s. i. a
L. o. v. e
U run
Thru my mind
A thousand time
I kno the feelin
Cant describe the vibe
Us against the world
I seen
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