Lyrics:
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
friends
Ma Barker, Ma Barker
Frank Sinatra, Margaret Thatcher
Peter Rachman, John Wayne
Nixon, Nixon, Charlemagne
Bill Grundy, Ted Bundy
Catherine de
amazin', hate to be paperless
Bill Gate in this, it must be God
I'm not a atheist
Wanted like kingpins by ATF
Your girl want my name on her chest
Me and Rick
Called me Kris Kross
Shoutout John Brown and get em wicked off
I feel like straps on her shoulder when it slip off
Don't mistake it for a taser when it
the tale of that bronx shit
Call me sonny, with pounds of money
Bringing raw music, call my style swoosh
Please say mister, when you introduce me
'cause family calling me crying
'Bout lil shit, like bills and dollar signs
Fuck around, say I ain't got it, they say I'm lying
Plus I got to take care
of France
Nothing further, I jumped
Grabbed my Goyard trunk
Got ready to 'Walk it Out' like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks
That's when I heard Murder
of France
Nothing further, I jumped
Grabbed my Goyard trunk
Got ready to 'Walk it Out' like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks
That's when I heard Murder
with the hands
(John) By the best bass players in the land
(Alvin) When the bass starts thumpin' sho 'nuff hits the spot
(Rhonda) And I hope it never
us
Want to hand me my beer
You were crazy good
Yeah
Which was inspired negatively, by a book
Who's going to come up next
Thanks to Shillelagh Tavern
and Jose Happiness
Drift with Smokey, Bill Medley, Bobby Taylor, and Otis Redding.
Soul music where frustrations are washed by drums, Nina and Miriam
appetite" cause I'm sweeter than John Candy
Don't even knock it, till you try me
'Cause the proof is in the pudding, you can ask Bill Cosby
Some think I'm
John the Wood went out one day
To view the scene from a different angle
He stood and watched a child at play
A-tinkling on an old triangle
Dave
I stand
Honey all that good shit tell me, who's the man?
From, here to Bangkok, I sign my John Hancock
on the contract, it's like 1-2-3 Contact
Kick
from the north side
Counting me out cuz we lost time
Feeling kinda extra, now i know why
Written and Performed by: Jai Cheema
Produced: John
on the low
I was out in L.A. walkin' 'round like the po'
Got a stick in the coat 'cause these niggas be on me
I love what I do, but this shit make you phony
got a Airbnb
I might call up TMZ
Wit a few bah bah baddies
And they wanna tell me Ashley
Couldn't make it?
I say why you can't make it?
I wanna see you
They went three D printable, in hopes of merging my dna, along with a similar molecular structure, my chemistry, in order to make another me, so they
funeRAL
Imma wild bul feel like wild bill
Ain't no pill cos, I'm so chill will
Look enough of that I'm rumble pack
I'm humble Killa can you stomach
not in my zone
I fly by look they they out of control look nobody home
Me nobody can hold on the next case
My lawyers make moves while the crew go out
to the chin
Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Ask
to the chin
Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Ask
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Sleeping Pill
this is just to soooth, relax and ease the mood, food for your peace, so release the energy
I'm calm, call me john, put me
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