Lyrics:
to fuckin duck
Johnny Boy is comin
Turning in to something
Baby boy was ugly
Lookin at the front end
My dick is in a circle
But I aint really fuckin
I'm
Johnny is a chemist's son
But Johnny is no more
What Johnny thought was H20
Was H2SO4
Water cleans the system
Acid eats the flesh
Squirm yourself
and find the poet's tree,
johnny rockwell you know it's me,
my past is a matter of when and if, not a matter of fact,
pressure and precious,
it through
Johnny 7 I need you right by my side
Was all so easy way back then
I pull the trigger just fire and end
No need to run Johnny 7 no need
a toke
I keep cheese and dope
Johnny Kane, not no joke
I'm not Waka, oh let's do it
She my driver, have to screw it
Y'all niggas really be some losers
My
want is such a waste of time
American life in the summertime
American life in the summertime got me
You know it breaks my heart to see a nation
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
I'M A WORRIED MAN
WRITERS JOHNNY CASH, June CARTER CASH
(Worried man,) (Papa is a worried man.) (Worried man,) (Papa is a worried man.) The place I
is me
How exactly do you go about defeating yourself?
Johnny's had enough, he's moving on up
To the city, where he'll fall in love
With Penny down
Dressed in all black
Johnny cash my attire
Smoked a whole pound
But I need to get higher
Looking to the crowd
Anybody got a lighta
Goan rock
at the tip top
Got a real chop like soul swap
I look good wherever I go
(Whereever I go)
My [?] is up in the store
It's seven thousand a show
That's why
ni se
Att här är fart och ös till max
Hela gänget kommer efter strax
Come on, baby
Let's do the twist
Come on, baby
Let's do the twist
Take me by my
cuz this sneaky bitch told niggaz I'm holding pounds
Plus I'm glowing and my gold is frozen off holt where hoes be hoein'
Bringin dough in, how he in
Or roller skate or catch the bus
There is a fence and a gate twisted by hand
There is a fig tree taller than you in Indiana
It will make you gasp
It might
got my name)
Caught a opp lackin' by himself, put 5 shots to his brain (5 shots to his brain)
Know my young niggas don't give a fuck, they'll take you
Johnny's room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho don't you
the Johnny gun I'm holding
Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie, I play hard
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
Y'all niggas man, why'all can't fuck
iffy
If you ever late I'ma I'ma need reasons
By the puerto I'm smoking I'm reeking
Heard the meaning of life is no meaning
Evening will I see you when
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
I was lying on my sack, feeling slack
Something was lacking
I was feeling thin, the shape I'm in
Something is missing
I need to get out and about
Yoh Yoh
Johnny
Its your boy Johnny (Johnny)
Luigi gat the source boy
Money talks it said come get me (come get me)
I wanna be high asf so I did
not feel you
My mind on a million
Stand on yo toes
Forty 1 four
I might head out
On my first million
I’m with the bros
I’m with the woes
I can not feel
altar
Attended by no one of visible means
Could be a warning shining us on, but we're far too gone
We're on our way to see some Johnny
Representing
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
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