Lyrics:
the south
We keep a trunk full-of-bang that get ya deaf in the south
And I be fuckin with J Prince and Z-Ro will stay down
My kin folk Rollin we gon come
whisper
Yung S God
We could never be the same
I am not a human, bitch I live up to my name
Johnny Storm scorch every track up with the flame
If they want
the shit
Pull up on yo dawgs and leave em holy like pulpits
N**** will ask to join yo gang and the n**** will switch
You gotta be a shame if you date
mission will be accomplished, and I expect cash
upon execution.
Verse Two:
TL:Let's run it down,
Firearms
R:Check
Minus the L's he'd take
(Haha)
I'm like Danny boy
Might cause an earthquake
Or, I'm like Johnny Cash
Cause I got blues
Hey, also by the way
I heard 'yo
I be really trynna live my best life
I be praying to my lord and savior almost every night
Praying everything in my life will go right
And my friends
flask
I don't know if I wanna come back
Just pray I leave this Earth a little more Johnny than Cash
Rough time with some old friends
Backroad drinking
play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and
rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will
I'll never say an enemy
Now the legacy is turning into jealousy
I pretend to be, distraught, but I'm not
We ripping up the pages and we changing up
Cheesecake, alibi, creosote, love
You own one thing and one thing only, your body
Everything else can and will be taken from you
This body has one
Hey Stevie! How're you?
Yo! what's up? I'm good. How you doing?
I'm good
Will you be coming to Lagos this Christmas?
Yeah, I'll be coming but I'll,
going for another long dive
Some call me Father
Others call me Johnny Topside
Long forgotten
I was swept up by the wrong tide
Thought my bed was made
But
ha ha ha ha
Hello hello hello
Hi
I'm the kind of person you'll be wanting by your side
I'm a world class performer soon to headline everywhere
I'm
street on me they rock Armani's
Sorry somebodies baby mama got fucked liked Oochie Wally Wally
Probably I will be ariving early at my platinum party
and pipes froze, on tonight's show like Don Rickles
Nonsensical drivel gibberish jabberwocky rapping off key
At the Grand Ole Opry with Johnny Cash
that cash
Fuck the 12 they be on my ass
I had to make some decisions
Change up the way i was living
Will i follow up with my vision
Or fall off
bud we was setting schemes
Remember we was waiting on the bus
Smoking by the pool paul come thru smooth and pick us up
We be Bumping 10 day like we
don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running
a man who owns
A gun and a badge, handcuffs and bat
Will lock you up and take the drugs and cash
I got a plan to get rich, buy land and get pissed
today for Johnny Cash)
(Thanks for everything, fella)
Yeah, love is a burnin' thing
And it leaves a fiery ring
I was captured by pure desire
I
love a treesh
Yeah, the streets will save her
Rockstar like Jimi
Rockstar, Johnny Cash
No guitar come with me
But TINYT play Fender Jag'
Get you whacked
the ones that Johnny Cash wore, the black, for
Black and white women that were turned to crackhores
And I empty everything in the bank to give for it
I
the bowl
I’ll Johnny cash it I packed it again my friend
Not together at the end of the tunnel but you lit it up
I’ll try it when you leave this summer
What
mediocrity
Not talking money then please don't talk to me
Not just about cash but also I'm breaking chains
I'm just like Johnny I can't be held by graves
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