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to boogie-woogie with a lotta soul
He sang those old songs like his heroes would
And he played that guitar just like Johnny B. Goode

Go go
Go Tommy go, go
Go Tommy

B. O. B. O. Y
Oh my god
Is he gonna cry

I wanna be your toy
Cause I'm just a girly boy

There's love in these loose ends
One touch and I can be

comes to parties, B. B. M. you know we shut it down
Me and Virgil going crazy just look at the fucking crowd
G Wave in the cutty off a addy tryna flip

Y. A. R. B. You know me
ว่า gang กู real G
พวกกูแร็พจน OD 
กู rap จน get the gold chain
Don't tryna fuck my homies
Don't fuck with holdteam

снова - гад дэмн
Ва-банк пойдут под ритм хай-хэт
Дэ Пэ он да худ - лютый рэп.

А кто такие толпы собирает, оооо!!!
Дайте мне бабла, и я устрою шоу!!
B. W.

(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)

Knozah’ B. vagyok, te nekem ne vetíts 
 Ott van a Nevenincs, Pécs, bazdmeg feat lesz 
 Utána te pedig csak nekem legyintesz: 
 -Csá Knozah B’ ! 
 - Szia, mi

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

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

sounding stupid cause they out here tryna doubt B.
My name in they mouth so much, they'd be bored as fuck without me
Okay, they talkin' bout me
I don't care

(And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics
Perhaps the most famous classic in all the world of music)
Uh, yeah, uh
It's B.

to the back

This shit is bananas 
B. A. N. A. N. A. S. 
This shit is bananas 
B. A. N. A. N. A. S. 

Y'all already know that we be bringing it back 
Y'all

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

compasión
Levantar la B. Anaya y a los locos de melchor
Y simón
Se juntaron bien cabrón
Guanajuato Y San Líos reventando el microphone
Y simón
No tenemos

B. K. B. Motherfucker
Can you feel the pressure the pressure that lies deep inside
Can you feel the pressure the pressure that lies deep inside

B. Ames is in the building
B. Ames is in the building
B. Ames is in the building
B. Ames is in the building
Now go little kitty, little kitty, little

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,

Desde aquí se ve todo París,
Psicoanalizando el cielo gris,
Cama postmoderna y de Matisse,
Quiero agradecértelo,
Apreciado Paul B. Preciado.

Desde

YOU. 
YOU BETTER NOT BE PLcYING BRO. 
YO! YOU GOT THcT EXTRc cNEJO?


VERSE 2:
YEcH KNOW YOU WE DO IT B. I. G. 
cLL THE WcY TO THE T. O. P.-
LIFESTYLE

Drive Slow

Paul Wall

Drank Epidemic

2005

the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with

Perfect Pint

Gucci Mane

Ransom 2

2017

the woosah
They screamin' Compton, must be two sides
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I'm flexin'
VIP my barrio, 200 on the guest list
I don't like

know about a Robb Report
'Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
Like 'Eric B. for Pres,'

Johnny B. Goode

Chubby Checker

Chubby Checker in Person

1963

lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

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