Lyrics:
bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry
Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy
Heard some call me an uncle tom
Now that's petty
I'm
she says to me
"I hear you like Johnny Cash, I like Johnny Cash as well"
So I smile and I'm like, "Oh man, yeah that's great, he's great
Do you know
I gotta problem with greed
I swear I always take more than I need
No we are not the same breed
I stand under opf that is the creed
Chosen by God yes
new albums
There has been a triple homicide by a man named Syre
So, you think you can save rap music?
up blood?
"Whattup blood? What's poppin' my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my nigga
So, it's YMCMB, wild
up blood?
"Whattup blood? What's poppin' my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my nigga
So, it's YMCMB, wild
blood? What's poppin' my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my nigga
So, it's YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let's get
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
too
This is just the mixtape but the album gon' slap too
Goteem Goteem Goteem by surprise
New music on the way, and you ain't know 'til yesterday
Make
the P.O.P.
The "cash on delivery" at the "point of purchase" - don't I be workin?
Heaven and hell is standin next to you at the same time
Cuttin into your
to take a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace raft
Dry land, Swedish field by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands
like Johnny Manziel
Play my album that's my life Star Spangled Banner
Even when you try explaining they don't understand you
Put my life into this music
Beethoven, Bach, and Brahms
I want some James Brown
Even Bruce, Brian, Bono, Beck, yeah
Chuck Berry prince, Stevie, Sly, Smokey
Johnny Cash in my Chevy
Heard
just a (fag?)
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got
Real trippy niggas
(La musica de Harry Fraud) hippie niggas
Uh
Nigga, my mom blow that kind of cash, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
Poppin'
willie, johnny cash and lefty
Down with a sunset in mind.
No he ain't one to try to hide it
He's a southern man with southern pride
That ridge runner
Curren$y, I'm a cash-getter
I smash Twitter and Facebook, you straight shook
I do a song with you, homie, and it's a great look
My shotty handle is Armani,
la technique, c'que j'fais c'pas du fast food lyrics
7e ciel bitch, tu l'sais qu'on est quatre dudes crédibles
On vise de marquer l'monde, Johnny Cash
Take the stage, everyone wait
Make a break, shove it in his face
All leather; all black
Dressed to depress; Johnny Cash
If you stare
I'll do
you got your deal
These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch
My gear clean, from
ready to kiss my ass
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw
ass
I go to the club man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw on my jeans
Baba God Blessing no go pass you by,
Him go bless you so Tey dem go ask you why
And the bad belle people dem go pass you by
Cos baba God no go let
We celebrate, tailgatin'
Country boy to the heart
Strike me down if I'm lyin'
Yeah, I get cash, Johnny Cash, I be walkin' the line
And yeah they
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