Lyrics:
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Johnny K
Every day we outside, outside chasing pay
Every day we outside, outside chasing pay
Every day we outside, outside chasing paper
Brick by brick,
option number 5
She Holly, and I'm her Tommy, her wallet is full of Johnnies
Honestly, I'm appalled by the cash she bring around me, yeah
What's a flex? I
popping)
Do y'all niggas bust ya guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!)
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? (Damn right we make 'em cum!)
Do y'all niggas bust
and shout
Gotta Dress like an Icon
Style like Nicki Minaj
Wear black like Johnny Cash, son
Have em stacked like Dolly Parton
Yeah, we got it going on
Know
Intro: Method Man
One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah,
OxyContin white as Seth McFarland
To push on Baltimore blocks like Johnny Ogden
Far too often cash "In Living Color" coming in
So Uncle Sam crack that whip,
the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his brother there
He yells out Johnny Cash
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
to the Beatles
Johnny Cash to The Beaters
Put it all up in the pot and
That's what's coming through your speakers
I'm trying to be a legend
They tell me it'll come
there's no gold, the only value money's got
Is the value we give it, while those on top
Collect fat stacks of cash flow by exploiting the poor
Everyone
glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
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
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
bitch the album coming
I know it probably got Em sweating like corona coming
I ran thru hell tortured Satan and had his demons running
They probably
goin' off track man I'm high as hell
This OG hit me instantly with no fee like Cash App and Zelle
Hell
surprised I ain't get expelled
I showed up
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
down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall
How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under
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 stacks and rubber bands up
Talking on the telephone like Yak Yak Yak
Must be the pheromones, get back back back
Talking on the telephone like Yak Yak Yak
Leave me the hell
decomposition of all competition
Unnatural abilities specters independent
Leave our poor boy tormented
But Johnny's got a problem like a punk rock album
A couple
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