Lyrics:
the new kid in the new school
I ain't too fond of the new school
I'm an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still
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
(whole dick)
Yeah, real big drip (watch out, don't slip)
Lick on the tip (bitch, speak up)
She got big titties, no milk (cash cow)
We meet in bedroom
go out and spend some cash
And let the good time roll, let the good time roll
Don't care if you young or old
Get together and let the good times
and spend some cash
And let the good time roll, let the good time roll
Don't care if you young or old
Get together and let the good times roll
Let the good
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'
bones
Papa said: my boy, take my Johnny Cash vinyls and go
Well I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode, guitar mode
And the story
Hoppy
Good enough for Johnny Cash
Yeah, I'm addicted to black
Addicted to black
Addicted to wearing black on my back
You'll be as black as the bird
Where
Johnny can't drink cause Johnny ain't twenty-one
Ya but he's eighteen and he's pretty handy with a gun
They sent him off to a foreign land gave him
the Ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for why'all to achieve it
Cause I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash
this
I gotta believe in somethin more than that
Like Johnny Cash I'm the man in black
[Chorus]
[DMC]
Yo yo, this one right here goes out to Jam Master
and her friend ya
Bottles up what
Cheers to the gang ya
Miles high, uh
I'm on a plane
Johnny Cash
Walk the line 720s is flying by
We got the Boeing 747
Dolly Parton, Johnny Cash
Porter Wagoner and the Hag
Faron, Lefty, Roger Miller, King of the Road
Loretta Lynn and Tammy Wy
Buck, and Don, and Charlie
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
I'm just talking over it
Like those famous people as if I can do that
Yeah, the albums pretty uh
It's not the best quality
But you know
I did it all by
play with with that
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
Oh, they
on stash
I used to crab the last, now I flow for dough, and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother where you rub it 'fore
the last, now I flow for dough and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother, where you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in
Put some Actavis on layaway
Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah
I've been practicing my fade away, I'm shootin'
I'm an assassin, don't
Ludzie szeptali po melanżach, sobie kogo dymam
Każdy mi dawał złe prognozy, zmiana pogody na
Ciągle deszcz, deszcz, deszcz
Pada tylko cash, cash, cash
from Johnny Dang ah six mil' it cost me
Mek bare pretty gyal ah walk pass and ah stalk me
Ay, mek a mil' in a hour (rich)
Mek di money an' di money
Switch, eh, binks
Hey (Hood Star beats)
Eh, eh
C'est Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny pour la qualité
Quand on commence on s'arrête plus comme
sounds
Like Elvis, Johnny Cash
And a little bit of Waylon Jennings
(You know that's true)
I still sip well water right out of the hose
Smoke so much weed
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