Lyrics:
decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I
I'm john wick when I kill the pussy (Bang Bang)
Now I write my music like I'm Claude Debussy (Owww)
Pulling bodes pants down
Aiming at his hands now
I be bad guy
I Dey smoke w**d
But I go like make you slow down
Abeg make you slow down
I know say I be cassanova
I be bad guy
I be sinner
I
can sit da fuck down, I'm something you can't stand
If you standin' let me know and raise a hand, damn
I'm at Harold's man, what da hell is new
John
(mhm)
But if you too slow
I catch you on the down-low (oh no)
Oh no, you mean to kill? Shit's real
He ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang-bang
My name is John Doe and I'm wanted for murder
I didn't mean to do it but my temperatures blew it
Remember it well, seems like the other day
Now I gotta
Man wait hold up I done came down
Reppin’ for the king best believe we gon shine
Surround by that grace, this sound like the H
No this sound like my
house
We'd drink ten cans and then we'd go out
Have a fat spliff on the way into town
Try walking in the Murenger without falling down
Remember when
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
on the wheels, me on the m i see
Let's see we got a couple of new additions
We got come with a little somethin new at ya
We got little John on the d are you m
it break me
I stayed down super deep like 8 feet
For these dreams, I been chasin' since 18
What up D yeah it's still Monsta Ent
Ran nation yeah we
Don't worry bout me, I'm a king
When I pull up I make a scene cause I feel
G double O D
G double O D
I feel
G double O D
G double O D
I feel
They say love
the show
I'm going to do you a brand new song
That I wrote yesterday called San Quentin
I'd like to ask my wife, June Carter, come back
Come here June
Hey,
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Well you can wait by the railroad track
Won’t be no trains coming and goin’
You can wait but they won’t be back
Won’t be no trains coming and goin’
was a good dick sucker, I can't lie
Sucked so good I thought I'd die
Bitch blew me up and blew me down
All the way back to the Oakland-town
Baby
told me down at the Old Pit Grill
I'd have to go all the way to Andersonville
For a front row seat to hear ole Jonny sing.
I found his house knocked
on the wheels, me on the m i see
Let's see we got a couple of new additions
We got come with a little somethin new at ya
We got little John on the d are you m
the town-O
He took the gray goose by the neck
And he put the duck across his back
And heeded not that quippy, quippy quack
The legs all a-danglin' down
We were so close yet so far away
Used to turn to dad and say
Can we see John today
To go an watch back to back of the phone shop
Once we going we
suppressors
Like the Boogeyman, I come and get ya
Leave you squirting that ketchup, no Mickey D's
Four deep in the Beam as we speed,
Motivated by hunger
Singing ‘bout days gone by
Samuel and Margaret relaxed
Rose was next to arrive
ROSE
(sighs) Being a captain's clerk is harder than I thought. I already
with star 69
They say I say nothin'
That I'm corny and outdated
If I rapped in the '90s
I'd probably be famous
That the flow and the cadence is abrasive
(Heuheuheuheuheu)
(Go sit down and drink your beer)
(What if I don't?)
(Then I'd have to put my beer down)
Haha, yuhh
John Wayne tryna kill me with
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