Lyrics:
john's balls
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love
You told Sally Mae
A-that you saw me kissin' Annie's feet
Now why you wanna say that?
John, you know that lie doesn't pay
If Sally was a kind of girl
Catch me if you can only thing you'll catch is hands
Stupid ass bitch sleeping on this mans
Michael Scofield how I got the plans
Went from bars just
, they don't even know what they're doing
Spider: No!
John: I've, I've seen 'em a couple of times
Spider: Did did you see their uniforms?
John
(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
Marry me, John, marry me, John
I'll be so good to you
You won't realize I'm gone
Marry me, John, marry me, John
I'll be so sweet to you
You
the Revelator
Let that blue light a-flicker, & darkness come around
Why don't you let your silver halo down
John the Revelator
Of the talking heads, you know
john's balls
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love
shotty
I should have listened to dwight
When he was teaching me karate
Till this day I don't know whats a run down
But I could get you gun downed
Send
I got the plan, man, meet me in the van
I got this kid from the Sudan bringin tecs from Iran (uh-huh)
Chorus
What do you mean, John 3 16?
For God so
the death of me, Lord, Lord
Hammer's gonna be the death of me"
Now the captain he said to John Henry,
"I'm gonna bring that steam drill around
I'm gonna
say we're lucky we're alive.
I'll see you John!
Though the best of good intentions have a way of gettin'
scattered by the wind.
I know you, John
the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers
Picture you, I don't know your picture can you paint it for me?
And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint
come
His brother came to lend me help and ?a dupe? I was undone
"Do just what you want with me, I don't have a choice
You'd do as well without me as I'm
laughed about how good things used to be
This big city ain't good for me
I'll meet you down by the cottonwood tree
I need a John Doe on a John Deere
me, sometimes I don't know
I do this shit for me, I don't do this shit for you
Ain't nobody riding with me, this shit feels like déjà vu
I do this shit
Don't go breakin' my heart (elton john)
You take the way out of me (emma)
Oh honey when you're knackin' my door (elton john)
Do i gave you my key (geri)
laughed about how good things used to be
This big city ain't good for me
I'll meet you down by the cottonwood tree
I need a John Doe on a John Deere
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
me who's that writin') John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
You know Christ (Christ) had twelve apostels (spirit willing)
Three he
What up Elus, No Talent
I'm here at the morgue, cremating these beats
They don't know who I am then call me John Doe
I start rappin at horns I don't
Yeah, you feel me, you feel me
I’m cooking your ass and don’t offer delivery
You know what I mean, I am the thing that’s on top of ya Christmas tree
And I don't ball hog we got our whole team in it
See you just dribble but ain't ever got the heart to finish
Can't put me out the game I'm in that thing
your cards, don't show your pain
Keep telling yourself it's either me or your freedom
And leave me a memory that won't ever fade
Like John Wayne
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