Lyrics:
of high that make you call your kinfolks
And tell "Loc, Johnny's dead
A fourteen-year-old kid put a nine to his head
All because he wanted that gear he was
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
winds up livin' on the streets
Wishing she could be home by the fire
Chorus
4) Johnny died late one night in his empty bed
A lonely man with no
head
And I'm not grateful, but I'm dead
She knows I'm alive because I left her on "read"
Fuck sipping green, rather sip on the red
I get too high, I
Season
It's just been a Warm Winter Season
Yeah it's cool could it be gettin colder
Or is it that we're just getting older
(Guitar solo by Marlin Milton)
bitch
Sicker than 2020, blow them twenty-seven candles on a daily
I can't wait to be dead!
Shit ask Mac and Johnny
Best earnings come in on the day
have it in here
I’ve had a few, and I don’t mind
I don’t mind
The life of a workin’ class villain. What a time to be survived
By melanin soon to be
You know it's Johnny three when you watch that body fall
When you fuck with J-3-T, he's like fuck it kill 'em all
Ain't no body bag boy, we'll feed
zone"
Get you away from all other harm
And I swear we’ll be rich no freemasons
Pizza man whipping up dough
Long nights by the stove
I swear I seen my
Hey everybody, let's have some fun
You only live for once
And when you're dead you're done
So let the good times roll, let the good times roll
sound good
I don't wanna fuck with you if
You don't wanna fuck with me
Still gettin' the green
Like my name is Johnny Appleseed
20 percent cooler even
Good night!
Sleep tight!
Don't let the dead bite!
Johnny 3 and he's dipping in the four-door
.44 and it's pointed at your window
Ain't a good
Good night!
Sleep tight!
Don't let the dead bite!
Johnny 3 and he's dipping in the four-door
.44 and it's pointed at your window
Ain't a good
Call me what you what you want but damn it feels good to be king
Now wait a minute, it’s my house, you understand?
Now listen here, by royal decree, all
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Johnny Kane, bitch
I be up early getting money
Nigga, no, I'm not a dummy, nah
Spraying shells out the Glock
Said they want me dead well then y'all betta slide
I betta die
Truth be told they really came but I'm the only one that left alive
Send somebody
see your smile and remember
All the good times that we had
I know you know somebody likes you
I think you've guess by now it's me
Girl, just the thought
And I don't have to be that person that I've set myself up to be
So sometimes I'm good for Johnny, and Johnny's definitely good for me
Walking down
Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
This story I'm about to tell
They'd tell it better than me
But Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
So
I'm gonna sing you a song about a man, by the end you'll want him dead
You won't bat an eye, you won't even cry, he deserves it for what he said
Oh,
with the homies
On the block
Where niggas be wild'n and wild'n
And on the way home he got stopped by the siren
Johnny got slammed to the ground
Just
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
like me a lot
Gotta go get it, no time to be stopped
"Like Johnny we get it, but when you gon' drop?"
Just trust in the vision, I'll get to the top
Talk
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