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saved by John the Pope The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking Freak nasty, I like your dance
concern Then Jesus said to him a second time Simon, son of John, do you love me? Peter looked down and closed his eyes and Said more firmly Lord, you know
a ho all on your grill if he ratting For talking when you not in The game like John Madden Bye bye ass, drive by past you See you with my ho, I just ride
Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe Now I sell out all my shows Used to sell out all my blow That was back when we was coppin' dubs
SHE'S ALWAYS TALKING WITH ANGELS Word & Music by John Ford Coley, Eddie Cunningham & Dennis Knutson She hears that voice inside her I never hear
wanna ride I'm gon' need somebody by my side I decided this is do or die And I'm alive If it wasn't for John, we couldn't do any of this Now we got
never made you suspicious Latched on to light That's known to hype apparent you coherent knowing I rapped wrong to right Love and positivity instilled in
the street jumped off The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
that cake Start up front or bottom, no trade All in like I'm playing poker Love green like a man with choker Got bars, I ain't talking jail I'm a god,
Tryna get my capital up Make me up some money I be writing letters to myself Cause I'm somebody Self love Feeling like I don't need anybody Knew that
stay 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
a Goyard John Deere, how we pulling up on yo yard I like to brag on my bitch, like she so smart Good brain, she don't do no talking, she a choke artist Told
words are found Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed With a language called love That's why my breath is felt by the death And while
at the door knocking do do do I'm just a player surrounded by goons Street sweeper on me ain't talking bout brooms Shawty forfeited just said she was through
You just wanna stunt, but baby I ain't like you. When that money talking ain't no telling what you might do. Benjie's hit the tables would you let
Vern? It's like funny I mack legit and make all the money See my capital T on my diamond ring We hook up the beat and love to swing So while you're
mack her down without talking you know that I'm rizzen Taking these chances of change On broken bridges of love an then pain You showing fake love not
THE OLD TRAIL WRITERS CHARLES JOHN QUARTO, STEVE GILLETTE There's a new ridge road that cuts the mountain to the bone. Slices through the woods
bad for my health But myself, I stay fuckin' with y'all Making hit's like my name was John Gotti Like I got thugs and hired Goons waiting in the lobby
Had to get my groove back Stella Talking kicks in the pool MarGielaa Got trees by the stumps no let up Under water kinda hard To keep ya ahead up
Baby, I know that we've got trouble in the fields When the bankers swarm like locusts they're turning away our yields Our dreams roll by our silo,
har body heat Create ah friction in-between Keep on talking to mi gal Mi love fi hear yuh say go deep Yuh affi feel my passion daily Yuh love just might
sh*t I be chill, kill- like John wick N*gga be smooth when i move with the stick Most y'all love just to sleep on the kid 20-points in garden, ball
Vern? It's like funny I mack legit and make all the money See my capital T on my diamond ring We hook up the beat and love to swing So while you're
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