Lyrics:
lived 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-ringing a bell Go go
say the blind lead the blind. But in the ghetto you never know When it's gon be yo time. [Sons of Funk Mo B. Dick O'dell] Sittin
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell Go go Go Johnny go go go
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
on.. The tip of my tongue Scream it with me when were done, cll at once! This is the Sara Song! Switch-up! They go by Sara B. You'll never wanna be
Yeah, it's a real sad story Show you just how unjust this world is Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack Jack B. Nimble, Jack be quick There's
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. Go Go Go Johnny
Fleece unter Puffer JME auf repeat Beat wie ein Uppercut Creed Michael B. Fleece unter Puffer JME auf repeat Beat wie ein Uppercut Creed Michael B.
w duszy grzebać chce Chyba dlatego tak nie lubię Twych urzędników, Panie B. Chyba dlatego tak nie lubię Twych urzędników, Panie B. Kiedy pomówić z
the worst trip I've ever been on So hoist up the John B. sail (Hoist up the John B. sail) See how the main sail sets (See how the main sail sets) I've
sarcastic with a good chance of: A. Indifference or B. Disinterest in what the critics say It's time for us to take a chance It's time for us... Well we're
a beat! You take a boogie! You make it sweet! You take a rock-a-beatin' boogie, Rock-a-beatin' boogie beat! Well! The rock-a-beatin' boogie, b. o. o. g.
to self destruction (Who's prepared to break) You can make a lot of money Take a little bit Take a little bit, run New sensation, Cecile B. De Mille
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. Go Go Go Johnny
a jig. You've gotta be as busy as a bee To be a Mister B. I. G. And if you want some dig-dig-dignity, You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig, dig for your
complète d'un ami musicien Un petit guitariste nommé Johnny B. Goode Parti chercher fortune un jour à Hollywood Bye bye bye bye, bye bye bye bye Bye bye
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well Man he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell Go, go Go
Where lives a young country boy Named Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned To read or write a book so well But he could play his guitar Just like
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
Vary cake. Tell my gang. In my gang. Pussy bitch. Pull up pack. And pack heat. Trun on way. This my gang. What about gang. Fucking a or b. True
come too close Ima bleed you I gotta turn up like my nigga B. Lou I gotta turn up like my nigga... Wait I am not a Myan Ima menace Broke nigga look at my
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
реалий Пока он считает налик Не хочу быть как B. I. G. или Лесэйн Пэриш Крукс Хочу быть самим собой И не пялить на ваш брукс У меня своя банда В своей
down) That's why we still shine when the sun is down (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
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