Lyrics:
left my arm in the pot
John Wick, treat the mic like a Glock
Super sloppy when she sucking my cock
I know what it is
I ain't forgot
Big dog?
Boy you more
a long time
And Wilson too
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Look here
Hey John
How about a little taste? You know what I want
Gimme a big ol' glass on them good
!
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
grandmama died and all us survived
I turned that heartbreak to grind
We damaged by nature that's just how we was designed
Get better with time
Well least I
to Quincy Jones
At John Legend’s wedding
And you do music, you can do anything once
You learn how to produce, you’re a producer
You understand textures
come yellow
I am the youth of the ghetto
Knocking down the door
Say hello to my little friend
And that's just how I hit your
Ho' when you come at me
Like
The next day John saw Jesus walking through a sea of souls and said
"BEHOLD! The Lamb of God sent to pay sin's toll for the world on a whole!
This is
just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl
Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent
[Mia X]
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes
The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise
He got high, but they didn't find no
Apple Tree Swing Track #12 2:22
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(John Lee Williamson)
Sonny Boy Williamson - vocals & harmonica
With Blind John
Prince of the ghetto
Ny3 kwaami ny3 shaami
K3 moko lu3 ny3 tsaami
K3 noko hu3 ny3 kaami
Gamashi eba shiamli
Hol' it down for the Ga tribe aka kpata ny3
jewelry, living like a star
And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy
jewelry, living like a star
And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy
me
They think I'm sexy
I know what boys like, boys like me
Got the bomb place, fireplace John Blaze
Victoria Secret lingerie
Ice like Don King
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
fuckin' dick, bite me
I'm not somebody that you should be takin' lightly
All of this hate in the air, it blinds me
Admit it, you fuck boys love to fight me
every man packs an M-16
(uh-huh) Says the boy to the fiend
What do you mean? Huh (uh-huh)
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
momma smile
These rappers washed boy don’t talk bout the trap cuz you aint been there in a while
I checked from Florida to New York to chiraq my name
were divined
By the disenchanted tone at the end of the line, hang up
He tried to look strong in front of mom back up
John stop lookin' forward
Consequence
Once for the Tribe
Talkin' 'bout my man GLC and now he's around
Talkin' 'bout John Legend
Take 'em all the way to Heaven
Speakin' of Heaven
Common
they asked Doc boy if he go tell him and he said yeah he'd go
He found old John sittin' in his homemade rockin' chair
Thumbin' thru a worn out Bible
they asked Doc boy if he go tell him and he said yeah he'd go
He found old John sittin' in his homemade rockin' chair
Thumbin' through a worn out
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