Lyrics:
even come up in my lane
I remember the day felt hopeless
Now we up and they say that we owe
You know they need me right now
John Cena
You can't see me
need no help, to starve to death
I can do that alone
I can do bad by myself
I don't need no help, to starve to death
I ain't tryin' to be funny honey
God
In this house
The kitchen's near the study
No, I can't keep reading this
John, please, this is what I need to ask you
As I'm writing
The new novel
Brother John is No. 9.
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need
Chrislam (Chea!)
That's not a thing so I place this John
In your chicks palm
Give her something beautiful to kiss on
'Till I spit one to her lip balm
stop here
We keep raking in the green thats all we touch John Deer
I live my life chasing dreams you live your life chased by fear
Trust be a funny thing
Bailey sits by a window
She's taking in the day
Before it happens
Yeah, she's always been that way
Or so I'm told
She likes her flowers
She likes her
I'm rapping like damn where the streams now
Where do I need to put an ad
Looking for those bills
Ain't buffalo
How it look again
Too many
Fruit and veggie diet by his stripes you are healed you are healed
We go through plagues
I been before
I'm telling you something I already know
Please take care baby
Wish me well baby
I been going through hell baby
Confused by the crossroads barley
My soul is pure but dare me
So almighty
shoot a K with one arm
It sounds like babong
Shorts with the long johns
My bitch need pom poms i’m talking about
Each and erry one of em
I’ll fuck all
a good girl, she want a gentleman
We sayin' the same thing like a synonym
I wasn't really spittin' game
I was scrimmagin'
My penmanship is so hard it needs
need him, and so they will die too. So it will be a shame for these people. People I also invented. People like Jane, who has no arms. People like Jack,
Even when we die, we raise up
Ain't no wantin', no, we need it
The powers that be done been greedy
We need ours by this evening
No white flag or no
the yodel of life
Your name is Bob, you're my heart-throb
I lost my job when I got fired
by a guy named Farchie, he was full of starch,
he smelled like
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
important to me
What do you need?
Burr, you're a better lawyer than me
Okay?
I know I talk too much, I'm abrasive
You're incredible in court
You're
On yo block I creep
On yo block I creep
On yo block I creep
That's just fine by me
That's just fine by me
That's just fine by me
That's just fine by
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
Many men speak of Robin Hood
But they don't got his flow
While you were panicking
Dillydallying under the throne
I'd be hijacking into the palace
I got the gas coming by the bouquet
John wick and I met kissing b Kay
I ain't gone say it if I ain't ok
Real nigga I got pain in my eyes
You can see
Raki Raki
Souvlaki
Beat that bitch like a hacky-sacky
Man, I write bars fam
It's too easy
Like John Cena, you can't see me
Raki Raki
Souvlaki
Beat
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