Lyrics:
Byli sobie Jim i John chłopcy z górnych Babic
Ze wszystkimi Jim i John wciąż szukali zwady
Gdy strzelali Jim i John ogień błyskał w koło
Gdy
that foreign fast no belt
Fucking on them xans, bad for my health
Shawty fell in love with a savage nigga
Keep my pockets filled
(John Madden)
Whipping
Pod zardzewiałym mieszkał mostem
Miał butle dźwięczną niby dzwon
Bez whiskey dzień nazywał postem
A pościł raz do roku John
Pod zardzewiałym
the world
He came back from hell
Su nombre, su nombre es John Cardiel
John Cardiel, John Cardiel
Es el anti-heroe, el thrasher from hell
John Cardiel, John
Free, free Lil John Dew
They canceled the party
What I'm 'posed to do?
I know what I'ma do, I'ma do your little boo
I like insects, but I don't like
That's how it goes, According to John
I met a man, his name was John, he told me of his life
About going to war, the country he loved, and how he
What up Elus, No Talent
I'm here at the morgue, cremating these beats
They don't know who I am then call me John Doe
I start rappin at horns I don't
Quiere que le Den
Ella Quiere
Ella Quiere
Ella Quiere Candela
Ella Quiere
Ella Quiere queré que le den por Detrás
San John
San John
San John
San John
San
Hey there
Welcome to the John Pork hotline
Just hangin' in the phone queue
Meanwhile, you can vibe out to this sweet jam
And enjoy the ride
You're
Lagu ini buat John Wick!
My friend, my old friend
He's in the graveyard now!
Oke, let's go
Yeah! John Wick!
John Minggu!
John is Minggu is John Wick!
many miles
They locked me in a prison cell to await my trial
John 'Babbacombe' Lee
John 'Babbacombe' Lee
The man who'd defend me was ill and couldn't
John Hardy was a desperate little man,
He carried two guns ev'ry day.
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line,
You oughta seen John Hardy
Yeah baby
This here's a story about Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop
How many long gone?
Lost John standin' by the railroad track
Waitin' for
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
To walk in Jerusalem
Just like John
I want to be ready
I got to be ready
I want
There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die
They've
Tell me who's that writin'
John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the Revelator
Wrote
the red lights
Hollerin' over, rubber spinnin'
Big swig, toss another beer can
Too lit, tonight, prayin'
On the moonlight
Every john is just the same
over there
But stand back John, that's the size I wear
Hey!
In a neighborhood bar not too far from here
Me and old John, we were chucking some
They don't make 'em like that anymore
They don't make 'em like that anymore
After old Papa John they broke the mold
Rock on! Papa John. Rock on!
acclaim.
I'd love to live his crazy life, have his fortune and his fame
And a few of his old flames.
Hair blowed up way out livin' like John Travolta
[Verse 1]
Fooba wooba, fooba wooba.
Saw a snail chase a whale,
Fooba wooba, fooba wooba.
Saw a snail chase a whale,
Fooba wooba John.
Saw a snail
Come on back Jesus (come on back Jesus)
Come on back Jesus
And pick up John Wayne on the way
The world's done gone crazy,
And it seems to get
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
John Henry was about three days old,
Sittin' on his papa's knee.
He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel;
Said, "Hammer's gonna be
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