Lyrics:
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
sticker
Well, I brake checked him
Pissed him off
Almost caused a crash
When I passed I seen
That it was Johnny cash
Somethin' was seeming
A little weird
So
bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry
Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy
Heard some call me an uncle tom
Now that's petty
I'm
on a strip
Stock a hundred mill as a mothafucking grip
Johnny Hancock, ten milli off the rip
Shawty brought her friends off the rip
Bitches bust it open,
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
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her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Draggin' the record industry by my
Cracked windshield that I super-glued
Crumpled-up cans and a beat up bag of Red Man chew
Fix-a-flat, Johnny Cash box set
Half a dozen parking
to blue, yodel number one
We love Hank and Lefty
Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, and Johnny Cash
But if we had to pin point
The start of who we are
Or who we go
remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (gun blast)
'Cause Johnny wanted
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine
dot on the map
I see y'all in the back (I see y'all in the back)
Back in the way back
Tippin' that beer back
Like a Johnny cash jet black Cadillac
the one that got away
The one that got away
I was June and you were my johnny cash
Never one without the other we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss
still setting up shop
I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife
Gripping a bag tight while y'all living a mad life
I chase down niggas, shake down
names like Johnny Cash
And Ernest Tubb and I bet you'll find that
We're gonna relax you
Sit back and listen to "North to Alaska"
And if you ever come in
Looks like a Johnny Cash
Kicked out the foot lights crowd
We love our country, you know that we love it loud
Gonna set ’em up gonna throw Looks
Looks like a Johnny Cash
Kicked out the foot lights crowd
We love our country, you know that we love it loud
Gonna set 'em up gonna throw Looks
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,
Dolce on my belt (Designer)
I'm the golden ticket, bitch
I feel like Johnny Depp (Johnny Depp)
Now this bitch on her knees (Knees)
She on molly water,
the moonlight it’s cocaine white
Sara’s getting naughty and Johnny’s getting high
The drink is in my body I got you by my side
My mamas gonna call me I know it’s
your affairs
Will be eloquently handled by the homie upstairs
They came in pairs, let haters know you're hearing impaired
You don't worry about no
wanted fancy cars an diamonds ring
From Johnny dang
I fell victim to the streets at a young age
watching my back every move I make
The feds watching every
hit the Cash App
Fuck the Rona gimme fifty feet nigga back back
Smokin' woods till I'm def
Shit I mean smokin' woods till I'ma outta breath
Two redhead
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