Lyrics:
Boges, but he's still on
(And) By on I meant rockin and he is not stoppin (what)
We poppin and droppin at these hoes that want it (bow bow)
Skirt off in
(Mr. Gat, you've been convicted of over three hundred murders, do you really expect this appeal to work?)
(I figure with the statue limitations it
Don't wait for me, don't text my phone I can do bad all by myself, better leave me
I call Mr. Johnny, and he acting funny He want me to pay for
ain't worth my time
Leave it all by the wayside
I know you claim that you the shit but we ain't heard of y'all
Don't get caught up in the mix they wanna
around begone
It don't take but one risk but you can still lose it all
Off white Christian and Dior I mix it all
Tried to put em' on he was lazy gave em'
man, Johnny Cash
Puff the reefer
Sometimes mix it with the hash
Hard to keep up, 100 yards dash
Beat your feet up
Jumpin Jack Flash on a muthafuckas ass
(Go K-Rod)
Love me or hate me I don't give a damn
Imma keep it real cause I am what I am
I don't take shots imma go for the slam
Then pose for
feel alive (Bounce)
You will be the last thing on my mind (Bounce)
No regrets, do you know what that means?
Well, it’s hot, it’s loud, it’s wild
We
late
The other part he'd double but he didn't wanna have to say
The way that he was gonna have to do it
Johnny looked at Katie and gave a little shrug
and bounce around, now do the brown
Rock it, pop it, don't stop it, I want to knock it, yeah
Open up and lemme come inside, take me on that donkey ride
I
sporting
Gimme that while you're at it, gimme them Jordans
Johnny tryin' to jet, homie wasn't hearing that
Johnny tryin' to run and got gatted in the back
In my mix talking shit but doing nothing
In a city where everybody stay fronting
If you don't like me then come fucking say something
Fucking with me,
sick for me
Truth is too sick to be believed
Down
Down and out
I been down so long
Roundabout don't know right from wrong
Found it out writing songs
I started smoking it hoping it
Would help me rope in girls
Then I started boasting it by posting it
To show the world
Hookah pipes and condoms
I
tal'n bout, switch everything nigga
Paint switching, no teams
We ain't switching teams baby, ha already
It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
NDA you know the name, so say it right
Don't waste my time
Took some time to realize, I'm worth a lot
But I don't brag about it, yeah
Keep my name out
She says Johnny when you kiss me
Sometimes I get to thinking
That all the world is sinking
And nobody throws a line
Baby when you do that thing
was bittin' and king fishin'
Didn't do well on my literature (s-s-suh)
Now it's just fire in the booth, no fire extinguisher (s-s-suh)
Fuck the Prime
down by the races
And in other desperate places
Helping rich men part with payslips
On the prayer they'd get it back
Down in Flea Street he first met
I mix the purple, now it's pink
Cross me, you a work of art, and you'll get splattered like some paint
And I'm always up to something, so don't tell
to the wire
Burn that doja til you don't get no higher
D-Loc and Johnny Richter you fuckin' with the high riders
Everyday, all day, we always on point
can't do shit for the web like Spidey
We not the same
This ain't the film like Mikey
Man I don't fear nobody
Please don't test me like I'm Johnny
All my
Uncle Sam called Johnny's name
She as was tough as Antoinette
But she never lost her head
And so day by day she would party away while she was wearing her
are from the Lower East Side
We don't give a damn if we live or die"
And even though it was seven years before
It was something the Clash would do
Peel
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