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they ended all slimy
See a bad bitch, she walk by me
Hit from the back if it's fat or it's tiny
We in the coupe
She hop in my lap now, my seat start

we off the Perky 10s
We gone spend a few bands double back
Then spin again
Niggas mad at me cause I'm the youngin' tryna win
Bitches loving me cause

cause I'm not like Morgan Wallen (Fuck that guy)
Got country blood in me but inspired by Cube, E & Ren (Yeah)
Dre & Yella, how you thought I put this

That's a deadly combo
She wasn't here for no convo
Just trying to get her hands on some hydro
Cause I'm ten toes til the rain pours
Tongue tied so I

warm
As time went by things started to slip
Johnny left the squad, D called him a bitch
Never thought you was the one that was counterfeit 
Niggas told

Nigga
Got the whole gang With me
Nah I ain't lacking
Gotta keep the thing with me
Issa bad bitch for me
Vvs Johnny Dang piece for me
I just made 10 bands

Aim it at his head
Turn his eye to the letter O
Makin hits like I'm Kimbo
Got a first class ticket
Bitch I sit by the window
Shorty told me fuck

stroganoff
Rubber grip shit's double fisted how we hold'em off
Who the cap fit, I was crafted by these ghetto tactics
You movin backwards thats that shit that

hit if you looking
Bitch I'm a pro, you a rookie
But no one ever gone book me
You know I'm hot like a pepper
Chili chips, no Chester
Got the bottle,

to the cash like I'm Frank Gore
Same time running from my past having mind wars
I don't wanna show her I have the time for her
You ain't getting paid for by

In L.A.  by Johnny Hatch

Driving down the old freeway
The 110 takes us to the 10 to play
In LA 
In LA

Silver Lake, Hollywood
Venice Beach

Took one hit of the tragic truth 
c slight choke when I noticed I was average dude 
But I was relishing the high of all my attributes 
Telling myself

Breaking the limit the ceiling is gone
X-ray results say I'm bad to the bone
Unknown numbers keep calling my phone
Scammers stay grinding won't leave

on sodium
Hit up Bally's to turn his G into three
Y'all complaining about the ATM fees?
Ordered a Johnny Walker blue bottle for myself

Waitress 5'2"
Had

bending in a johnny I couldn't stir it
Bro fourteen making grown men cry, that's why they fear him
I'm a makin' in this rap shit, by myself, I declare it

guitar he taught me how to play
Johnny cash and amazing grace
He was a legend
He was a legend

Written By: Cody Mabe

TEXcS ROMcNCE
Words and music by Johnny cimcrier
© 2023 Mineodale Music

Last night that fight, nearly robbed me of my might
cnd everything I owned

Magic City Monday

Future

Magic City Monday

in them Rolls, the ones that come with chauffeurs
Who the fuck the DJ? He playin' all my hits
Say who them niggas puttin' on? Bet they got all

Most Kingz

Jay-Z

All Black Everything

2010

on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you

rhymes
Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with
The MAC-10 by the seats for the jackers
The jealous-ass crackers in the blue suit's

caressing my body they like the feel
Grazed my spine, hit vertebrae nine
Fell to the ground behind enemy lines
Gasping for breath, I let out a sigh
Dying

everything, in exchange, nothing left
Anti-social, I don't trust nobody, I be by myself, can't hear a thing
I'm chasing money, trying to not think about death

of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my

on a party stage
Had to let her go 
We goin up like on a private plane
I jus wanna rari push to start
Like this shit was a game
Nigga talkin shit I hit him wit