Lyrics:
longer do it in fear
I show by my action, no talking
I'm done with you robbing my cheer
Done with it, done with it
Practice my fundamentals
I got my pen
a little tall in this bitch
Why you talking to me
I don't mean to be cocky
But I want you and your friend
I'm in outer space
Don't know when I'll land
Gas up
intercourse
We gon leave em fucked of course
It's Mac
I was taught by old heads
That emotions is for bitches
And if you catch a body
Then you gotta kill
You can’t catch me see we lost em
Do or die bet you couldn't do it like I do
Suicide mission if you fuck around and try to
I’m John wick James Bond
Catch me en fuego, I know the day go
By and all I'm thinking bout is stacking the payroll
Getting the pesos like Jose Canseco
So hot in this
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
Wake up to the world around you cause somehow
We've got to stop John before he cuts another throat
Welcome to the darkest punchline Jim Davis ever
(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
up your waist shorty
Yh yh
Know the vibe I feel you straight naughty
Set the time baby girl I'll pick the place shorty
Yh yh
Tell em seh we pull up
And you won't come back
Company, by the rightdress!
Squad camp it hUP!
My goodness me
I am in a bad temper today, all right
Two, three, damn, damn
Two,
everything you're supposed to need
And you'll be living on a raft with
Luke, Mike and John
Luke, Mike and John
Another hangover day, traveling
we kiddin' in this bitch though
I'll have money in the vault (Cha ching)
I see diamonds shining brighter, I need comas
Ya'll keep hiding round, you
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
ton, he wet shit
Ain't a scene he on ice like the rink
Fin to catch you, like the ring
Put a nigga by the beam
Bodda boom Bodda bing he get shot by sink
to emotionally scar me
If you're cutting my grass
Like a lawnmower with faulty blades
Leave you burried or snatched
Then i give my grass a raise
I be like john
something good
I'm Hi-see like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood
You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size
Have you Goin' Down like Mary J.
I'll see
I'm smoking pack while you smoke weed
Just cause I'm signed, don't mean treat me
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade)
of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
I'll live and die a fisherman.
Calling John the Fisherman.
I'll heal
Won't catch me on my heels
Like my coach screamin' dig
I only play to win, but
I don't play to begin with
I say less, it means more
I forgive,
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
I got the bait to catch ya, i'm the big fish in the pond
And i'm fishing with a pole, they call me silvers john long
If that don't excite ya and i'm
(walk away from me)
We different, I'm not the one to converse (uh-huh)
By the time you mumble your verse
I'll be in top five company, comfortably,
-8643.jpg/225px-John_Scofield_(cropped)-8643.jpg "John Scofield")
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