Lyrics:
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take
že by si po nás chtěl jen sex
Ale pokud nemám RAP na stole, nepustim do toho cash, chápeš?
Nebudu si platit couru, radši zaplatim to lidem svým
Oni
the heavens for all of this
Ain't no kardashian nigga
If anything I'm a pimp
I need that cash in advance damn
She call me senpai
Bitch I'm the sensei
I Give her
why'd you go away?
It might be summertime
But it's still a cold day
Cause you ain't by my side
You just told me go away
Wish I can go way back in time
When Johnny Cash was still around
and not a single church was closed
When the Bible was a well-known book and God was feared by man
Take me back with
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
of all the shit that I wanna kill
I put the game first and if it didn't work
Then by now I'd be bang on the drill (brrt)
I can make a mill', I get a mop
patient
'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken
And if you flop, you get
une putain d‘cible
Be e mother fucking baus holla at your dog
chum nid schräg muetterfigger schüss mit knarre usem golf
hanen schade gsehne rot be en
une putain d‘cible
Be e mother fucking baus holla at your dog
chum nid schräg muetterfigger schüss mit knarre usem golf
hanen schade gsehne rot be en
look and pass
Say she just wan feel my D ahh.
I give am like I be the don D
She come back for some more.
My Men no dey dull am sha
F around you go see
go 10 by 10 it swerve
Need a thick bitch wit all curve
You not a thug you just misheard
You not a thug you just don't listen
Hit that boy like, why he
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
been a ride
Never imagined this day would come that I'd say goodbye
Cause my life used to move by so slow but now I end up flying
Through the PHS parking
later
And I'm heading over
Straight to the record player
I'm a scratch the wax off the back
Of this Johnny Cash vinyl
And there ain't a damn thing
That I
what you needed
Had you bouncin' off the walls
Used me when you want but still
Ignoring all my calls
Johnny Cash, I’m walkin' the line
And you only came
être unique plus j'souffre du solipsisme
Vibe check, jte clip les ailes pi jte calisse dans une cage
J'enterre ton cadavre en écoutant du Johnny Cash
and get it ready for the fiends to smoke
It's the true to be paid, nightmares your broke
You'd rather have Freddy and Jason come slit your throat
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