Lyrics:
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners
At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin black market shoes
This loud Cuban band is crucifying John
the gats son at least some men are in
Some say I'm awesome
Jus like John I got the whole Single
-ton on your back
An? its like that
So I drive girls
the first day that this was my year
I'm breaking down the gas like I'm pushing John Deere
I'm ahead of generations by light years
See the hoodie in cement
I
John
I'm pulling up 20 deep, you can call it the mob
What type of boss don't take a loss
You either shoot or get shot
I got a house up on the hill so big
I'm only sleeping (John)
When I wake up early in the morning,
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed,
go be your Chuck Norris
No retreat no surrounder oh
I go fight till the end oh
I go be your John Cena oh oh
I go bring them down
Anybody way try
kinda buggy better dodge a couple shots
I been on my John Wick shit I'm too quick for the goblins
One hit wits can't do shit when I bop them
Fruits
'd call it
And the money been calling, I need to pick up
No more stalling, no more jogging
I'm sprinting John Wall shit
I'm not just a rapper, bitch,
passion
But I'll never get there without action
In the kitchen cooking up them classics
And I get to the goal like John Madden
I peeped a bag and I grabbed
LORD, Saviour of the world.
All glory belongs to You, O sweet Saviour of the world.
VERSE 2 (John):
Lord You picked me up out of the miry clay as I was
smoking John Lennon with my Yoko
It's that grandma you ain't ready yet
I'mma show we the illest
Got my grandma to kill it
I'm in the mood so you feel it
a nigga
Like John Wick they rather shoot over a bitch
So I call l them John's big sis
Nigga strutting his shit, so I got them um very pissed
Don't even have
commas
Got a party store wig now
I look like John Stockton
I heard that nigga said he want some beef
Let's get it poppin'!
The pause of the fake check
'm John Wick
John Wick with the bars OMG
Niggas sound the same, different copy
I'm in the matrix, can't find me
Can't put me no Box, oh nah gee
Only God can
name is
Big Snoop Boss Dogg just a block and a phone call away
I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist
I'm preachin' just what I practice
like the skipper,
But only at night because I'm a day tripper
Twitchin-shakin,
And I kick more bass then John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot
Bitch i got game like im John Calipari
I don't play no games
No playstation, Atari
Im stackin my paper as tall as Amari
Flew out to Milwaukee then went
outta fucks
Got one finger it's the middle They say to heal you gotta let ppl go
So this one goes out to you John Doe
I think it's best we let it be
Smoke
like John Lennon
I step in with no oppression
I'm hearing no opposition
The money is my possession
Now beating me is a mission
Lego
Got a Bezel
One-two man tell the John I'm balling right through man; separate goals man; don’t give me wrong habit (wait what?)
I’m not attempted boy choppa may be back
Blowing gas, vietnam
I'm too busy for the pimpin
And I couldn't be a john
I'm bossing bitches up
To be a wife and be a mom
I'm looking for them coi's
I was named was John Roberts
When I was born in 1682
I took to the sea early
I was just 13 when I sailed out on a sloop
Captured by some pirates
in the Carter feelin' like I'm Nino
John a legend, but we ain't no ordinary people
Might throw a seven, MAC 11 with the Desert Eagle
Hood Pope, I
the volume turned to ten
Playing Albert King the best again (black)
When the morning in the cooker
Got to turn on some John Lee Hooker
When I want some
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