Lyrics:
coming off clean
I put a bullet in your
Bean, bullet in your cornrow
Bullet in your lean
Put on the safety, switch off the beam
Oi rudeboy, yo
Anytime you
a part of Necromancy
Damn it got to get it done we're going to get the body moving
Grabbing out the pages that you need to put them into order
Sort them
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours
If you're not having any luck with the girls
You need to step into the spotlight world
Watch some movies with steve mcqueen
Get some music by bb
tell you no stories"
He said, "Frankie, I ain't gonna tell you no lie"
He said, "Frankie, I saw Johnny about one hour ago
He was heading over, going
on the rise but we going nowhere
Ogbeni lend me your ears
Soon as you're paid your salary that shit disappears
Sars trigger happy shelling bullets without
Pull up with the stick in your crib like woah
Shawty dancing and moonlight glow
Love the way she clap on that ass woah
Let it hit like extensions
Why do you wish that Johnny falls?
He'd rather die alone
Going nowhere but gave your all
Hear him call
What have you done to me?
What have you done
gold heart or your gold stars
Now you're so far and I kinda like it that way
Right here we have Johnny Gold Heart, Hollywood's golden boy
How are you
show you where
You'll sleep tonight
You'll share a room with Johnny
(Repeat)
Over be and be , we watched TV
Me and you and your mom and dad
When
constantly trying to be used to praise the Christ
If he's truly raised to life
Then this news should change your life
And by his grace you can put your faith
Intro:
That way that way that way
Chorus:
I been going like this way back onto you onto you
I been going like that way falling back onto you
I
the minute clinic, get shot on site
Johnny Storming in and I'm going flame on like
Your mama heard my record and she threw it in the bonfire
Big dick moves got
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
Don't wait for me, don't text my phone I can do bad all by myself, better leave me
I call Mr. Johnny, and he acting funny He want me to pay for
or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Let me get a outlaw
GOING GOING GONE
Music and Lyrics by Gordon Pogoda & Johnny Elkins
I wanna cry but would my tears make you see
We can’t go on the way that you’re
to be by my lonely
Improving forward-moving only
Even if that shit go slow (Woo)
I can't stop, I ain't no ho (Huh)
Carbon copy way you copy Kakashi
Johnny
this up in Mexico from your dad
Now its daddy on the booze
And Brando on the ice
Now it's Dean in the doorway
With one more way he can't play this
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
not going psycho Murder beats, no Michael
Extendo on my rifle, with right hand on the Bible Ain't no Billy Idol, I try tho , I try tho
Gotta get this
Walk up out the church looking like I hit the lotto
And I'm styling looking like I'm Johnny Bravo
Listen to the preaching got me clapping saying
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