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Taylor, Fillmore.
First name Millard.
Why name a kid that?
Pierce, Buchanan, then Abe Lincoln.
Born in a cabin.
Do you like my hat?

Andrew Johnson, Grant,

Mmmmmmm, I cross him up Ty Lawson (Yuh)
Perc give me powers like Austin
34 P’s break em down Joe Johnson
Surrounded by money like i’m on Shark Tank

[Music: Pat Johnson]

[Lyrics: Pat Johnson]

A view from the outside apportioned grief

Cut the down time enforced rage

Mock the carnage

Lost life

through shit and we know it's tragic
A couple bitches knowing that our Johnson's are Magic

We the ones
The Grand Canyon state we the suns
They spreading

Someone must've slipped something into his coffee 
The anchorman looks possessed, and Johnson's toupee looks like a birds nest 
A storm is moving from

[Music: Pat Johnson]

[Lyrics: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto ]

Now comes the consequence

The love for life has died fear plagues 

The innocence

[Lyrics: Pat Johnson]

[Music: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto]

Steelwool rubdown

Scoured down revealing

You're the source peeled off civility

A bandana na minha calça

Combina com a nota azul

Eu nem sou o Robert Johnson

Mas sabem que eu sou dos blues


Damn ontem tava mal

Lembrei que to portando

Mr Johnson's car gets the weekend shine
And it's so fine
Music plays on radios
And Lisa in the garden singing to the washing line
Well never mind

[Intro]
Yeah, It's Another Quazy Production,
Yeah, Ya Know Me And Johnson, We Back At It Again,
And This Time, Johnson We're Gonna Let You Know
What

take the news
And it's sad to say, but a lot of mothers gon walk in Mrs. Johnson's shoes
So my condolences, goes out to the grieving
Lord give me

[Lyrics: Pat Johnson]

[Music: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto ]

Sucking life like leeches plaguing life's innocent 

The new god rarely teaches no son

tried to steal it, he was always cock blockin
So I chased him down and beat his ass outside of Ms. Johnson's
All the older niggas on the block made it pop

Pink 50's I like to keep a balance, huh
I just got some intel up from Johnson at the Office, yeah
I came back from Nick and damn I never thought I'd top

mocno
Żeby cyckonosz się rozpiął
To brzydkie rzeczy nie dla dzieci jak baby johnson's

Skarbie dobrze wiesz że chciałbym ciebie dotknąć
Zrobić to tak jak

Fugazi homie you been fold can't trust you far as I spot ya
That's why a nigga heart been cold on the hill behind Johnson's 
Skeebe keep hitting my phone,

knows me well I'm flying fast on interstate
She like johnson to johnson she gotta baby face
Imma wipe her down like what lul boosie say
I'm just dashing

gain power 
Then get off the microphone 
And sling powder
Like Johnson and Johnson 
Making the world ours 
For hours, more work 
And more powder 
That's

¡Ey, brou!
¿Were are you from ?
Me pregunta un policía con cara de buchon ! 
Soy Johnson, but me dicen melón 
De wachito me decía que sería ladrón

talking bout Bieber
Like Stafford to Johnson I feed my receivers
My bih looking bad like Melina
We finna disappear like we John Cena
Thumbs down on the gas,

Johnson stood
Don't believe I'd sell my soul
Even if I could

But if you still think 
I ain't paid my dues
Well, brother it's time
To walk a mile in my

On Friday night we chilled as usual like a lover
Bumpin' in my room playing music favorita
Got no brakes like Jimmy Johnson we don't give a fuck

We

melanin like gold that shits on demand
They'll Kendrick Johnson our bodies to get it in their hand
Emulate the culture but won't take a stand
We were only

You put that money on the table
Then we times it by 2
Kush purple orange, Clemson Tiger
Living large, Aaron Rodgers
Dish the uh
Magic Johnson
New jack,