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on the dash
Murdered out stang
Man in black, Johnny Cash
Pedal to the floor
Gave that bitch whiplash
She so bad, she some fun
Her Onlyfans be her income
OxyContin white as Seth McFarland
To push on Baltimore blocks like Johnny Ogden
Far too often cash "In Living Color" coming in
So Uncle Sam crack that whip,
Yeah, Spin Rich, Famous, Johnny Rocks, and uh, Leggo
Glass of Moscato, that's what's happenin
Costa Bella bottle, all about the banjo dance
Got my
new country is all about me but I love some Johnny Cash, Waylon, and Willie.
Respect the old school and make room for the new
Now tell me you don't
It’s Friday afternoon another busy week has reached an end
My paycheck’s in my pocket and I’ve got a lot of cash to spend
I know I’m gonna hear about
the seasoning
Fool
No put your hand for my stew
Feeling the rhythm
Blues
I pop one before I gbedu
I Johnny blaze before I step in the boot
Stayed in my line
my tongue from my cheek
The vibe of my life goes from peak to peak
And when I think of the guys that can't Rap
Mumblin into a microphone to get cash
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
sticker
Well, I brake checked him
Pissed him off
Almost caused a crash
When I passed I seen
That it was Johnny cash
Somethin' was seeming
A little weird
So
like that
Johnny got her in the feels, bet she call right back
She's a eater
Want to link, but she's no sneaker
My lil' stink, my cold heart heater
peep quick
Bottom and top, I let Johnny freeze it
We aim for the top, my youngins gon' breeze it
Y'all shrimp-shrimp, poppin' your shit like
Yeah
Casino lights, sorta like Vegas nights
I'm in a car with this chick named Beverly White
Sniffin' the white, Johnny Walker chase with a Sprite
and the youngins in Gander Hill
Asked him how the OG was rockin', coachin' like Phil
MJ final shot, fourth quarter, I shoot the kill
My man Mail got stopped by
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
on a strip
Stock a hundred mill as a mothafucking grip
Johnny Hancock, ten milli off the rip
Shawty brought her friends off the rip
Bitches bust it open,
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Draggin' the record industry by my
Cracked windshield that I super-glued
Crumpled-up cans and a beat up bag of Red Man chew
Fix-a-flat, Johnny Cash box set
Half a dozen parking
to blue, yodel number one
We love Hank and Lefty
Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, and Johnny Cash
But if we had to pin point
The start of who we are
Or who we go
remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (gun blast)
'Cause Johnny wanted
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
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