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My name is John Doe and I'm wanted for murder
I didn't mean to do it but my temperatures blew it
Remember it well, seems like the other day
Now I gotta
move to Atlanta (aye)
Got them plays,John Madden (aye)
(2:41
Feeling like Ghost, riding in an phantom
I fucked that bitch ion need jamma
Free my
all,
Your riding high in your own world,
One day up, next day fall
You live & die in your own world
So don't write no script for me
It's your own
on future bright spawn of Kanan killed Sean
I Deliver n I take out fuck around no papa John's
Domino's fall see the rise of this icon
Nikon flash on lyrics
Hallucinated, by the quest for domination
An equation, which equals the battle station
Ready to bust, capture and crush
Move a nine of us, stealth style
you down
Oh, I go by Spiffy now
It was me and Steexy riding through the town, nigga we had a 50 round
Drum
50 round drum
Me & Stee came from the slums
lie to me cause' it’s so convincing
I know that hurt people hurt the people that show commitment
Karma sneaky yeah it always take me by surprise
But
Vernunft, verbotene Liebe
Sie flüstert mir Tag und Nacht ins Ohr
Ich kämpf mit Gewissensbissen
Ja ich weiß, sie ist Gift
Holt das Schlechteste in mir vor
Was
blunts while I'm riding till I'm fried
And I can't stop fucking with these hoes so fall in line
And I fall in strips I'm pulling panties to the side
I know
really any romance on the road, oh no
There's never romance on the road
Only frustration and overload
He could fall in love but he'd never know
For she's
John mastered this by the way
Tha Artist
I'm lookin for them stacks
But I ain't tryna ball
I don't wanna see it
If it ain't it all
They be hatin
stuck
Making moves im comin up
Make that hoe fall in love
Dont call back
I aint for none
Aint for that
Riding round with alotta racks
They fuck with my
Situation looking more bleak by the minute
Late night sessions with Chico we was swinging for the fences
Now the boy took off like Boeing
Now pockets
Dripping She so wet
Baby girl she perfect don’t deserve her an she know that
Since she still riding bought her diamonds just to show that
Baby girl she
the laws
Gravity keep calling me but I will never fall (I will never fall)
Got my niggas wit me gotta ball for them all (Ball for them all)
Family
Sandy Don! Hey for Cockolorum!
Hey for Bobbing John and his Highland Quorum!
Mony a sword and lance swings at Highland hurdie;
How they'll skip and dance
Naked but for tears
While the sky falls down
Panting for the rush
Hissing through the crowd
Waving at the wheels
But I can't slow down
I'm
To live this life and make it right
For that we rejoice
Never Gonna break us Down
Remember that we started from the ground
Togther we stand divided we fall
(Ain’t checking for you, don’t check for me)
With God right by my side, I’m glorified (Watching all them blessings fall down on me)
Can’t roll with me
Isabella
Doing tricks for trade
Her subjects they adored her
She lit their flames
Renowned as Queen Isabella
All the Johns knew the name
Of the game
fall
Give me a call
If you ever want to war
Then sure
I'm like a 4 by 4
'Cause my tracks are dirty
Heard me
Wordy; I'm an absurdity
Got versatility with
punishment, feeling like Big Pun
I just shoot shit with this gun
It ain't been done
Riding 'round the city with a felony, felony
I can't hear the shit that you
Yeah
You niggas is riding the internet
You do it for clout and the relevance
I can't even wait for the end of it
I do it for money and the benefits
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