Lyrics:
said “John, you old fool,
Don’t you know what I can do?
Now you oughta learn not to be untrue!”
Tell uncle John the Sweet Mary’s gone
Tell uncle John
I wanna tell you my secret now
Naše omyly nás robia tým, čím sme, huh
Sme self-made
Sedím v izbe
Oči lesknú sa mi ako lens flare
Utečiem vám všetkým
what you can
Knuckles got threw from the hands, you talk dirty then chew on this sand
..now tell me, is that what you had planned
c son of song,
that he'd soon pay for dearly
One early spring day his father did say
John don't you dare go outside
The horses are nervous and strangers are near us
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
principal
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbing students, grabbing teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cutting
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
And he will baptize you in fire and the Holy Spirit.
Jesus makes his way down to the river's edge
And stands with those seeking to be cleansed
One by
John retaliates
Being locked in chains for 2 days
Gamelyn is getting weak and tired what can he do?
A servant in the house named Adam comes to rescue
My name's Mr. John McDonagh
I'll tell you I'm an Honest John
I'll tell you I'll pay you later on
But it's a trick
I'm John the Con
I'm John the Con,
Old John Prince is on the run
He don't even know what from
Old John Prince your time has come
Won't you lay your burden down
Won't you lay your
Connor
You've reached Arnold's Pizza Shop
Is your name by chance John Connor?
Let's play a game called
"Who is your daddy
And is he John Connor?"
This is
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man
a business man
condos down the shore
multi million pension plans
but it aint in my plan
be putting in that work so i can be just like JohnWall
Like John Wall
All i do is ball
All i do is
All i do is
All i do is ball
If you tryna play me
me all you're ice ice
Baby boy got your Air Force Ones and
Your Sean John jeans
Way too big hanging down to your knee's
Can you tell me what's up
With
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
deserves
And we put on our best suits
And we went out to the service
And when someone would ask me
Of John I would defend
And I would tell those people
That
I wanna tell you my secret now
Naše omyly nás robia tým, čím sme
Sme self-made
Sedím v izbe
Oči lesknú sa mi ako lens flare
Utečiem vám
the way look, can't blame on the diet
So what you hiding?
John Doe, I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back
the way look, can't blame on the diet
So what you hiding?
John Doe, I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back
John daka is lit
Bad potzies with magang on the mix
I scooped girl, told her "Hey babe, what's good?"
You down chill with the boy from hood?
You're not
disrespect it then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you talkin' to me,
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