Lyrics:
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
the P.O.P.
The "cash on delivery" at the "point of purchase" - don't I be workin?
Heaven and hell is standin next to you at the same time
Cuttin into your
to take a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace raft
Dry land, Swedish field by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands
like Johnny Manziel
Play my album that's my life Star Spangled Banner
Even when you try explaining they don't understand you
Put my life into this music
willie, johnny cash and lefty
Down with a sunset in mind.
No he ain't one to try to hide it
He's a southern man with southern pride
That ridge runner
Beethoven, Bach, and Brahms
I want some James Brown
Even Bruce, Brian, Bono, Beck, yeah
Chuck Berry prince, Stevie, Sly, Smokey
Johnny Cash in my Chevy
Heard
Curren$y, I'm a cash-getter
I smash Twitter and Facebook, you straight shook
I do a song with you, homie, and it's a great look
My shotty handle is Armani,
la technique, c'que j'fais c'pas du fast food lyrics
7e ciel bitch, tu l'sais qu'on est quatre dudes crédibles
On vise de marquer l'monde, Johnny Cash
Take the stage, everyone wait
Make a break, shove it in his face
All leather; all black
Dressed to depress; Johnny Cash
If you stare
I'll do
you got your deal
These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch
My gear clean, from
just a (fag?)
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got
Real trippy niggas
(La musica de Harry Fraud) hippie niggas
Uh
Nigga, my mom blow that kind of cash, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
Poppin'
ass
I go to the club man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw on my jeans
ready to kiss my ass
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw
Baba God Blessing no go pass you by,
Him go bless you so Tey dem go ask you why
And the bad belle people dem go pass you by
Cos baba God no go let
We celebrate, tailgatin'
Country boy to the heart
Strike me down if I'm lyin'
Yeah, I get cash, Johnny Cash, I be walkin' the line
And yeah they
drinking Stillhouses by the red cup
I count a million cash, then say "Bless up"
I'm poppin' right now, fuck a next up (ayy)
I don't know, it just came
(2, 1!,1!,1!,1!)
[Chorus]
[Wyclef Jean]
Check my country swagger
Check it
I dress in black
Like the late Johnny Cash
Snatch more cash
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uh
For them niggas that be Johnny Dangerous
When they be fuckin'
[2Pac]
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
For them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous when they be
makin' payments
For the dues that must be paid
I cash another song
Into this endless masquerade
Halfway through the circuit
And headed for the coast
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
A-1 Pe$o
Alpaca
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
This is brought to you by (And the beat is so cold)
The legendary, Earth Yarb (Yeah
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
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