Lyrics:
do it
My block, let's do it
Now that's that shit, that makes me zone the fuck out
In the club and get thrown the fuck out
Now ain't that a bitch, if
wick
Feelin like the boy John wick
Murder That kitty she whipped
Put it on a plate make her drip
Nails on my back she grip
Feelin like the boy John wick
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
Riverside County
(Eric Burdon alan Price
Hilton Valentine chas Chandler
John Steel)
Oh baby, stroll with me down by the riverside
Oh baby, stroll
away from around the way
Me and my girl went to the movies
Madly in love, we got shot by Cupid
We both had fat jewels on
So I brought my joint in
don't be feelin' it
Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it
But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show ID to get
When you go back to the origin of the Transatlantic slave trade
It started in 1555 with a man named John Hawkins
And he presented a business plan
yard (Sideways)
And motherfuck the camera time, I need family time (Yeah)
I need "go see Uncle John in Atlanta" time (John)
I'll probably never get
me for my name, then I tell that hoe John doe
Get a taste of me now she like you the you the best
Bounce out wit that tech slide through and make
(Yeah)
I'm a boss
I'm unique, you can't put me in a box
I'm not Big John, but I call the shots
She pray to me, but this is not a mosque
I do big
they took us to the major leagues
'Member it was just a dream, shit was make believe
Tried to put you on some game, so why you hate on me, aye
I like
Nah I'm playing
Aye
My brother John ain't Caesar but betrayed by a Brutus
Bam ain't Jesus but betrayed by a Judas
8 Or 9 placements make a nigga wanna
prison ain't change me
All it did was make a nigga crazy deranged see
Psycho, nuts so, what I give a fuck for?
All I know now is to get out and go for
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
HCCKER! HCCKER!
HCCKER! HCCKER!
Put your ds on me john F kennedy
I'll make you squeal, baby
WHEN I WENT TO SCHOOL,
BUT THE TEACHER'S COULDN'T PIN ME DOWN.
I TRIED TO MAKE MY PARENTS PROUD
BY ADAPTING THE SOCIAL POWERS.
OH, PIGS WILL FLY
Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse now she Louis Vuitton Mom
Still might throw on a little low arm they want me to stop go on go on
They don't want me
Day by Day
(John Hager)
Oh Lord help me thru this life I pray oh Jesus day by day
As I follow You Lord keep me straight and true as I follow in
Yeah!
This is it y'all (Darkside), Darkside Volume One
Hope you enjoyed
We had to take you out classic status, you feel me?
We had to touch it
"In secret, have I said nothing." - Jesus
...(John 18:20)
I look around and it's sad to see
Faith supplanting the facts we need
To make informed
Jesus and a bunch of Nazi hoes
In the front row at a holy Justin Bieber show
Slowly my Ritalin is kickin' in and Jesus left hand
Begin to make me feel
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Watch my heart break
By Waco Lake
I try to make my mind up
For Heaven's sake
So take me to the fire
Where I'll burn my poor heart down
And do me
Yo John roll another one, pearl it tight
Yo Fendi you keeping it tucked right
TP Bands gon make 'em see the light
Rah Cap in the cut gon blitz
Zay G
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