Lyrics:
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
dog i'll kill urs dats fair nigga
Con mi pistola ando listo
Los colochos los covierto pelo liso
Siempre d negro yo me visto
Juan wick john wick pero
but ain't shit bout me basic
Don't hand me the torch, motherfucker, I'll take it, break it
Slam it to the pavement, two middle fingers to my favorite
killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off
killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
someone to life, someone I've never seen
You know what I mean, you know exactly what I mean
I'll take the Scarface Pacino and the Godfather Brando
Mix
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
whiskey and bad company first made a wretch of me,
Oh young men, a warning by me take and shun all piracy.
John Roberts and Tony Barrand sings The Flying
Homicide buck niggas get the buck with pelets
Insecticide
Johnny 5 take it worldwide
As long as I pledge aligence to the Dark Side
I'll never
the weather
Omo day by day I’ll be making cheddah uh
Shout out to the fans wey dey help the fella
Brother no be by mouth do it if you think you better
Don't
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
flow.
I take my city everywhere that I go!
I’m from the L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H
C-I-T-Y See I, got a paper chase.
City by the sea, it’s the 562.
That’s
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
yard (Sideways)
And motherfuck the camera time, I need family time (Yeah)
I need "go see Uncle John in Atlanta" time (John)
I'll probably never get
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
You'd think it was poker
God will take me to the Crystal Palace
In another league now
So by Gods grace I'll manage
My life and my team
Are influenced by
On the mosty cruel
Henry Hall and David Lloyd betty Grable too
Hello, this is John, speaking with his voice
(Huh) We're all very happy to be able
To talk to you
If you decide you hate me then I'll take that choice, but
I gotta tell you my story before you take make that choice, son
You gotta understand, yeah,
you're remembered
By making dogs piss themselves
Every 5th of November
How did your hidden agenda get thwarted?
How did they possible cotton on to your
time to wonder why
We'd like to take life over again
When time of war had passed away into the rain
And watch a John Wayne movie
To remind us
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr.
not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time
Can make you dry your eyes with
back. Grab me by the hands say God give me, the strength oh sweet peter ill take all your pain. I knew you would deny me before the dawn broke and just
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