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I, I got two Glocks and they both nines
Do they love me or love me not? I'm gettin' mixed signs

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Look
I

jest jakimś pieprzonym mitem
Każdy ma tu ambicje jak jakiś John Rockefeller
Ładnie żenią nam fikcje tu kasyna i burdele
Ja wyżymam intelekt i piszę słowa

Woke up on some evil shit, like bro, come see this shit
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Huh

I woke up on some evil shit, like bro, come see

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY I LOVE YOU
AND THAT AFTER ALL THIS TIME I'M GLAD I'M BY YOUR SIDE

I DREAM ABOUT YOU EVERY NIGHT 
BUT PUSH YOU OFF THE BED

Look, uh (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Hold on
Look, uh

You can be my quarantine boo
I'm leavin' when it's finished but right now I need

You're my heart desire
Oya dance for mama
Oya dance for papa
Dance ya dance ya
Mr Flavour pon the dance and John by the piano
Moga G James Born

FREE (by: San Franklin  John Matt Clark Forrest Walker)

Vs 1
Your heart wants to live but the pain won't allow it  ... it only lets you exist
You

But the girls say aaah
They think he's a star
Because he walks just like John Wayne

('Ere listen)

My brother's got piles
He never ever smiles (He's

piece. 
Tell a hater go rest in peace for testing we 

Call the cops she stole my heart. 
Love is sick 911.
Feeling week, I be your john 
Kill em all one

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob
Listening to the barks and the howls of a dog
Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through
And to pluck

presence
Worth more than a prestige guest list
You my number one fan
My blessing
Respecting the IG family
Planes, trains, Uber, Lyfts
You John Candy 
Get

on over 
Wash away this pain in me 
 
Sitting down with Hemmingway 
Flying off on a memory 
Walt Whitman swept me of my feet 
Romanced by F. Scott

Lord Please forgive me, addiction has over cane 
A Fiend for Money, Power I'm victimizing the game 
I'm inchin by towards the flame, I'm wobblin

Dirty Dancing
En daai John Travolta moves
Maak my warm met daai Lam Lambada
Skuif 'n bietjie nader kom wys my
Maar as jy my hart wil steel 'n dans met my

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

You don't know me but you know my body
Ridin' shotty with my bro, we got it
AP, make him watch my pockets

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Look
I got a bag and they started treated me different
Love the way that I bag and I flip it
Gang get

The girl they call Jeannie
Looks like Mussolini
She's rat-a*sed and out on the pull
And there on the dance floor by the light of the jukebox
She

more
Tall one sits next to John who's always drinking Coors
Aw shit man, there goes Ray walking by
Good Estella she can see him out the corner of her eye

A bitch named bitch
Whos thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk

He said "John I do believe I've seen Virginia to the end
I find myself about as far as I can go
It culminated late last night 
From pointed fingers

Brian played guitar
He wasn't very good
That was his charm
And he swore he'd be an indie god by 23
Now he's 25 and living on long island
And I called

Metafory tak jak meteory zostawiają krater
Nie John Gotti pozostań skromny dla dobra rodziny
To dla taty i dla wszystkich co są z mojej familii
Płoną baty

I've got something that you might like to see
I've got John O'Reilly and he's hanging from a tree
Now it's time for you to swing right by his side

YOU CAN COME ON OVER AND  KISS MY JOHN DEERE TRACTOR  IF YA THINK THERE  AIN'T NO FUTURE IN THE PASTURE    WE'LL GET THE WOMEN LINED UP  GET THE FLAT