Lyrics:
I know nothing like John snow
My father knows it all though
I pace myself real slow till Daddy say let's go
Rap game demonic I heard that my angel
what I'm sayin'?
And I respect his manhood
How he carries his self
When everybody else tried to break him
Everybody else tried to push him
He falled back
This a Right Turn Record yeah
JJJ J. Hive
We gonna break you off with this one
Right right
Bodies be banging all around
J. Hive at the car wash
to y'all,
Sippin wockiana you can tell just by how I walk
Never strap up, just be in that bitch going raw
Asking if I'm up, that's like asking if the winter
snakes
Got my foot on the gas, I can't give him no break
Jumping right to the front all the risks that I take
Feel like John Cena, these niggas can't see
align, yeah just like the big dipper
Not making it by 25, leaves a bad taste in my mouth, and I'm not talkin' bout no malt liquor
Get a lil taste and wana copy ya
Big body the way I maneuver
They heard the drums from the slums that bang through the sewer
Yeah I been livin off
Blessing yo hoe Mvp he a preacher
She bought me a tree she don’t want me to leave ha
Keep me a heat on my neck is freeza
Slamming that weight by load John
Pussy nigga tryna slide on DBR
You stupid, Ima break you off
In that V8, you see me going' fast, see me stabbing' off
Hating ass nigga, stay munching',
of zombies"
OG duty, load the Uzi, no, sir, you haven't spoken truly
No excuses, that doesn't play any role anymore like John Belushi
Shoot you down, wrap
Change up location, take it underground
With a big ass house, fine ass girl
Plenty of dough, and by the way, look who's going pro
man y’all just never listened
A big nigga though I had small start
Painting pictures with words dawg it’s all art
Y’all can’t break me man I’m all heart
WILD HORSES
Words and Music by John Ford Coley
We'd sit by the fire ring you'd spell out your dreams
There was just so much inside you
The big sky
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
He traded me John Madden for
-I don’t remember the name
But it was weak though
The streets though, they play with perico
So Tito became my hijo, he had
we got Sammy the Bulge and John Gotti
In Detroit, we got pimps and players, hoes and macks
In Detroit, we ride Regals, Chevys, and Cadillacs
Gettin
know it wasn't that perfect
But that's the way I like to remember it
Big green John Deere forty-eight-forty
Turnin' dirt for most of the morning
look near it
Make me wanna break off a chip
As big as the one that sits
Upon a golden throne
On my collarbone
Built by the comments
On my phone
Only
the Bulge and John Gotti
In Detroit, we got pimps and players, hoes and macks
In Detroit, we ride Regals, Chevys, and Cadillacs
Getting money by the stack
diamonds, I'm shoppin' with TD
I'm John Cena, these niggas can't see me
The fuck can you hate? You wantin' to be me
Ayy mama proud, I be all on her TV
She
crying sometimes cuz it hurt different
I can feel the Passion dying inside, I try to buy it some time by
Reminding my mind but it don't listen
That love
puffin Havana
Bring ya drugs to Atlanta if you don't fuck with bammer
You only fuck with chron', be poppin Cris Don
You rockin Big John's, your watch is
Take this 9 pound hammer back to the captain
Let him swing it like John Henry all day long
He can take this sorry deal, let him see just how it
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