Lyrics:
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my s*** don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
He looks determined without bein' ruthless
Somethin' heroic in his manner
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so
He looks determined without bein' ruthless
Somethin' heroic in his manner
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so
shit
Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili
They be wheeling you away if you
Say it in South Philly
Look, thirty shots
I'm shootin' to peel his top
like they know me
Niggas be cuffing like tha police now these hoes acting like they want me
I'm in tha yo with my migo we having crap by tha kilo
She
John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is
Look
Haha, hahaha
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, look
Didn't believe it could happen
(Didn't believe it could happen)
And fuck is
by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York 'cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all
I’m going up to the top, I’m up
Living life
Feel feel feeling like up
Got no fear like nuh
Cause I’m moving right
Look at me
Look at us
In the cut
Hold
when you come in
I be busy, I'm not in my comments
I be playin' with that fire like I'm John Wick
Don't be walkin' up on me
I'll be ballin' 'til
the whole World is watchin me now
Is it cause a young nigga fuckin Bussin
My life’s a movie
Got groupies n Gucci
And I’m never sober
Like I’m John
You shouldn't love me, I'm dangerous
Mama said, "Look boy, you famous"
Slept in that trap 'til they raided
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
support when me and my divorce
Some of y'all cats in the game look confused
Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?
Gotta pay dues, street
me disabled
Niggas grimy, be connivin', do shit under the table
Just last night, John John got yoked by the raiders
Fuckin' 'round on the ugly, hit
I think she showed her homies
Why? cause all the homies on me
Ayo all the digital gunna have to do for now
But imma break it down when I get by your
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
the auditions, uh, first up, Mr. John Travolta.
(Jimmy Fallon as John Travolta)
She's like, I swear to God, I mean I can't believe you guys are trying to sell
If you need reminding
Do a web search sure by now
Google's beside me fuck
Feds never behind me
Surely that I'm wilding
Do my bidding
That's
Nigga can't tell me shit
Nigga can't tell me nothing
Nigga done came up quick
I ain't got no double stunting
They thought that I'd retire, John Wick
a zombie
Smoke the green make it look like safari
High flyer I feel like Jeff Hardy
So when you look at my eyes, know I'm godly
Never invite me to parties
the actual, literal, tangible words that He has written down for me
And there's some other names He's given to me
John 15:15
He calls me, Friend
1 Thessalonians
fucks children
With his brother Tito and Liza
Minelli in a building a-B-C easy like 1-2-3
Plastic surgery, what has it done to me?
Like dead-alive, your
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Sheff G, Sheff G
Look
They ain't know me then now they wanna pull up on the clique
(Pull up on the clique,
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