Lyrics:
everywhere I go got couple grand to blow man you know
Hey, I'm flyer then a motherfucker
Haters wanna see me dead like John Tucker (so)
I'm in that big
everywhere I go got couple grand to blow man you know
Hey, I'm flyer then a motherfucker
Haters wanna see me dead like John Tucker (so)
I'm in that big
on the wheels, me on the m i see
Let's see we got a couple of new additions
We got come with a little somethin new at ya
We got little John on the d are you m
business we wear slacks
John Gabanna
I’m Riskin my life for designer
Not looking bummy I’m finer
You wearing made outta China
Die in the game no retire
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
All they want is (a boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hey y'all, John Coltrane yeah he plays the sax
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
was blinded by the signs of federal banks
You lost your focus of function
'Member back when MC's used to spit and say (shit) that meant somethin
seas
Blowing right to your soul
Giving all that you need
Needing all you have
To cross the invisible seas
To go back home through the sky
To the limits
John F. Kennedy
This how I live, I ain't saving no pictures, I ain't gotta keep up with images
Ain't talking food, I just fucked two bitches by mistake
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
I swear that I'm okay
Hop inside, if you wanna ride
I'm gon' need somebody by my side
I decided this is do or die
And I'm alive
One day it'll come,
the strong start on Sunday
Won't be in bondage to any man, John 8:33
We the descendants of Abraham
Ye should be made free, John 8:36
To whom the son set
to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle
Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel
Had a flesh back, screwing some
since I went to the pen, fool
No pictures, no commissary, money to eat
And now you think it's all good, 'cause I'm back on the streets
I'm back
, I'd rather face the knife (ouch)
And I want all the smoke, this is not haze
This that homegrown Methadone, John Blaze (huh)
I hate when you niggas
what you talkin' bout? Nothin' at all
She got her wall up, her guard up, I hit the John Wall
Blockin' niggas left and right like a Hakeem
she done
the latest don't know how this happened (Whippin the latest don't know how this happened)
I swear this shit get tragic
Callin plays like im John Madden
All
oh
The radio is broken the meteor storm
You spilled your coke
You're stepping on the popcorn jOHN AGAR!
Uh oh (Dwarf Nebula)
a family broke
Wrote a million dollar verse
And this is just my freshman flow you know
I don't think about the what ifs
John 3:16 you'll get everything that
time you shot, it was off a little bit
Then you came back and got rebooked
Twenty-four karat, all gold on my neck, you think I got it from Egypt
If
on borrowed time
But you can’t escape the bottom line
I was right by his side on Sunday evening
When the past caught up with John Henry Weaving
He hit the road
Like nigga what you want to do
Because either way it go I'm John Wick, I shoot comfortable
Morton Grove, Hi-tec or the Tris, it's up for you
plans to take out the flagrance, make out the vacance
Type of approach wit no salutations
Won’t blow the job, happens quicker than a covid swab,
You
suppressors
Like the Boogeyman, I come and get ya
Leave you squirting that ketchup, no Mickey D's
Four deep in the Beam as we speed,
Motivated by hunger
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