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stand right by your locker
Waiting for you to come
But as soon as i see you
My legs they start to run

John Paul George and Ringo
Taught me everything
If

as you came, no line, no wait, its all love, no hate, the women don't care how much you make, all that matters is what you say,

Party, Party all night

Gregor's bound up in a rug
Besmirched by cyanide and blood
And Willy's etched upon a plaque
Some errant lead lodged his back
Martha's burned up in

sprinkle the 3 cheese
It's not delivery
DiGiorno by the piece
I only get the cheese
Cause the toppings got the fees
Stop talking bout pizza please
Papa John

I'll come back don't change a thing
She took off the ring
Closed her eyes, told me, baby, sing
Make her think that I'm the Dream
I'm in the Benz,

broken by one, but i hate Everyone
Wish i was named john maybe i Wouldn't be this weak
It's a pity uncle Smith keeps Changing his Will
If they come back,

not this bitch, man!

We put the J in Juggalo
I put the F in fat kid
No, I'm not a pimp but I'll slap that bitch
I like the Juggalettes with the big

I'm the type to run up on em beat they ass this not my First Time
The type to finesse em for more cash this not my first time
I'm the one that's

and get it
Then my pedal's on the metal, bitch
Yeah, no one's repelling this
I'll take the ones that you love
For the hell of it
They call it evil, I call

expenditure
Fuck a fraction of the fortune
I need the integer
Ladies got no love for a loser
They let the winner fuck
Only money makin' maneuvers
I'm out to get

and place

Written by Steve Kempster and John Van Tongeren
Dr Yo Publishing BMI- Tongerland Music BMI

soul, Lord I practice everyday
I cant trust no one but in you my God you stay the same
I'm tiered of my life, by your grace, I walk in faith
By your love

Ayo tropical gangster
Baptize the brick and dance bachata later
Papi in a Porsche pull up proper for his paper
The cheddar bleeds jealousy
That's why

still cant see me
I be in the bag like frontals
Yea i been in my bag like rih rih
Baby i get jealous bebe
But Call me john cuz a nigga cant see me
By

Getting dizzy from spinning off this fucking perk
Swinging legs, you know I hit that jerk
100 Gecs love me cause I'm a money machine
I ain't goin' sip your

I LET NOBODY TIE ME DOWN
 
Livin’ wild and free
That’s how it’s got to be
There’s a wanderlust in me 
There’s always greener grass
A Love that

 I’m working like a robot
Doing the best I can
The dream of peace and love
That this old hippie had
Seem so far from my reach
But I think I have a plan

The biggest haters usually be the ones you cool with
I'd rather be by myself that's word to Asher Roth
All the way live there's no need to cut the cameras off

Yo, , listen all my actions don't make me
Take a wrong direction
A'ight, I'll say that
Look (Great John on the beat, by the way) , look, huh

All my

I ain't got nothing but love and respect for my enemies
overshadowed by felonious tendencies 
T and me causing a ruckus this energy bumping the same

Im from that dirty bitch that gutta screaming free my brother
If you ain’t never slept on floors then you dont no my struggle. 
I was starving in

would live like this

Gotta get it by any means
Invested in myself 
Now I play for the winning team
For the money I’m a fiend
I be chasing after that

Correction statements never make a man
They just make a fool that could never stand
Nigga I am not from this land
Niggas get by doing what they can

Bitch I’m smoother then butter
And I wouldn’t dare love her
She fuck with me
Cause I’m like no other
I’m just that nigga
And I cannot help it
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