Lyrics:
or your car
I'll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I'll shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
cotorrear
hable de inglés lo que yo sé de pilotear
el Mr. John a su cantón le dice house,
y hasta me dice que su amigo es Mickey Mouse
Esta noche habrá una
stressed my heart could stop
Man, I shred through every verse like Wolverine
But I got visions of myself on the silver screen
I just leave my house, I'm
John's gone his senses loaded over by your house,
You know, it's so basic
One two three four
John's gone his senses loaded
Over by your house
It's
(Hey, ooh) don't stop, can't stop
Spizzy Spose in the house
We're gonna sex it out for
You if you don't mind let me tell you, girl
I like my sex by
still
The truth for real, I'm real true, call that trill
This is my house, this place is mine
Posted on any corner on any coast I'm on
You niggas need
the CO I'm taking all of my leave
We're gonna play house, oh John, it's like Christmas eve
We have sworn we won't see the sun for forty-eight hours
(JOHN
tell you 'bout that lying, need to stop
Siddiq on the beat, I'ma black out
Was gone for a minute, I'm back now
I treat the stu' like a trap house,
on you, I'll turn your
Bombay to Mumbai (Mumbai)
Hot boi... I want to incinerate
Torch the house, will you capitulate (Eh eh)
Or not, cos you the bomb
blow
cocaine
Top floor pent house bitch don't close the shades
I done seen some things throught these golden frames
John Lennon frames
John Lennon frames
I done
time to go celebrate
Go have some fun, relieve my stress today
Ya better turn up and blast the music loud
'Cause we up in the house, 'bout to lose it now
out, clean this house, be about
Something real that got's some meaning to it
How you going see me through it? Space cowboy..
[The Soul of John
sing along for the fuck of it
Crack, crack, crack, crack
Hey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
Mean I'm talkin' more pies than
main dame slurpin'
All my damn chains bling
Cookie kickin', Liu Kang
Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang
John Wic, John Wayne
Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang
Look
underground with you, oh John
Ten years passed
And I ended up with a house full of cats
But most of them went missing
On that window you never fixed,
on me
John really got set on tomorrow
In the hour of his need
In the hour of his need
He drove to the house
With a pistol and a bottle of gin
There was
mornin
Mary and martha came to see
Said, "go tell my disciples
Meet me down in galilee"
Tell me who's that ridin, john the revelator
Etc (-son house)
underground with you, oh John
Ten years passed
And I ended up with a house full of cats
But most of them went missing
On that window you never fixed,
and dumber
Mario just pulled up to my house, I only asked for a plumber
I thought it was an eggplant, nah it's really a cucumber
John Pork just called, I'm
sing along for the fuck of it
Crack, crack, crack, crack
Hey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
Mean I'm talkin' more pies than
in the Maybach, we get Wale and take off
We got your bitch in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard
I cant have the chemicals/
I need something to control/
Round and round and round we go/
At the Fun House, I can never tell what's real/
Break
say.
I ain't gonna stand for
No trash talking and double dealin'
If I catch you messin' 'round the White House, while I'm there, .
I might cut
vampire teeth deep in your throat
There was blood on the walls, now there's blood on your clothes
Walk around the haunted house, ghost wardrobe
Drippin' all
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