Lyrics:
feeling good
Walk the line
Johnny Cash accounts
Mattress stash it out
Hide it wise
Momma coming by
Lose your piece of pie
Take whats mine
Never had a guide
Io sgamo questi eunuchi come Mordechai
Lo sai quante lune si passano insonni, man
In 'sto cimitero vesto più
Nero di Johnny Cash
Taipan blood, messia
fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons
came from Johnny the Jeweler
Better guard your sight (Just paid Johnny partner uh yeah)
In Dallas Gentlemen's
These other boys is holding ones
We holding
came from Johnny the Jeweler
Better guard your sight (Just paid Johnny partner uh yeah)
In Dallas Gentlemen's
These other boys is holding ones
We holding
tweakin'
They took Johnny for cash, all of his cash, and left him leakin'
You can choose the long road
But you'll wait in line
There's more people where
depend on her mother cause the streets got her mother
Daddy long gone cause he chose to cash out
So she don't know what a real man all about
Wide ass open
backwoods any day
These backwoods where I was raised, that's the place to be
Johnny Cash and Amazing Grace, this is home to me
These backwoods where I was
Countin' all this money, yeah, I count it kinda fast
A lot of cash, I need a bag, huh
Johnny Cash, huh
Beat ya ass like Johnny Cage any day, ayy
What his
Hop up with that flrrd, like Talliban, I'm quick to gun 'em down
No Johnny Cash, I feel like I'm a star, now watch me take her down
Nigga, yeah, now
(it's heavy)
Always down to rage, I'm more Johnny Test than Johnny Cash
I jaywalk the line, park where I want,
Give a fuck about a ticket or a fine,
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
will mash
If you ain’t got that jukebox on Johnny Cash
Well, a redneck loves his truck, loves his woman, loves to shoot a buck
Four by fours slinging
I just hit a lick, and dipped, out the door with the cash
No getaway driver, no gun and no mask (Heh)
Sly deSilva, the corporate crime killer
Went up
Everybody simmer down there once was boy
Who became the man
Get your snacks
Buckle up for lovely story this evening
He goes by the name of Colt
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
rollin' routine
It's a process, and yet it comes guaranteed, by me (by who?)
Motherfuckin' Johnny Richter
If you lay on the work then call me Johnny
lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (Gun blast)
'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug
Runnin' from cops out
Gunny, Hey yo Jay wharrup fan, ya?
D block, hey you ready, if you ready go in or what?
Yeah, I clip up the nigger, Johnny,
Can I get any higher,
They said I ain't a threat
But now I record and send the check
N I stash half the cash n' spend the rest
N I would a been broke like
Y'all if I
They said I ain't a threat
But now I record and send the check
N I stash half the cash n' spend the rest
N I would a been broke like
Y'all if I
that cash get off you ass for real
Had to go and switch my lane was on my last for real
Had to cut my circle off cause they was cap for real
Fuck my
What about bullion? Cash in millions?
There, whatever the fuck you want.
Man, you serious? No strings? Period?
Yup, whatever the fuck you want.
Give me
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