Lyrics:
really though?
I'm thinking bout love
Thinking bout love
Yeah I'm thinking bout love
Opened up Apocrypha
Singing bout drugs
Might've took em might've got
'm beautiful in my way dances
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way spin
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love
nothing at all at all
They gunning for me bring 'em all em all
Still I put on for my dogs my dogs
Don't mess with my dawgs I'm John Wick
Look at the squad
Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford
I just came here to do a little song for y'all
'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
I
And they mentality react so violently to leave MC's breathin' silently
With hollow point talons for the violence
Ain't no harmin' me, ain't got no love for
and I love you for that
And you raising John John and we love you for that
I guess Lisa was an Angel
God wanted her back
Damn I really miss my sister
your city through the night
Pop my shit on any song
No I never had to write
Heard they do it all for likes
I get paid up from my phone
Sent my brodie up
Kelivemeek i am singing song
World famous
Dj smoky
It's original Beatz
I no go do you
Wetin john do you
Do you run away
I thank God that you came
My
tomorrow
I just need my drugs no I'm not gon overdose
Maybe off your love but bitch you don't give me none
Smoke it till I'm high kill that shit in four
the water.
John Mayer, S/O daughters.
KDot on control.
Common goal.
Seminole.
Florida State.
I am great.
All ya'll pawns.
Cheque mate.
Heavens gate:
God asks,
may
(I love you)
Look at me now sittin' all by myself
Face another sleepless night all alone
All I look forward to is lying here living this song
I
By: peter mayer and roger guth
Woke up just the other day
Fell out of bed and my dog ran away
Car won't start and the weather was cold and gray
I
have sex for money, the hood don't love me
The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me
And I got no place to go
They bomb my village, they call us
okay, I’m in love with my-myself
It’s okay, I have found my happiness
Uh what’s good, Korea
You know I've been a boss for my whole career
I’m 'bout
on Ludacris she bouta tell me whats her fantasies
Call this pack John Mayer cause i think we shut off gravity
Never stop the hustle til the money come in
nothing happened for me
It's you tryna tell all these folks
that you slid, but almost got put in a casket for me
When I get on his block (I love it, yeah)
Check it out, one time
For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind)
Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one
No doubt, he-heh
Check it out, oh
you're hoping for a fairy tale too
But if your DVD breaks, today
You shoulda got a VCR
'Cause I never owned a Blu-Ray
True say
And now I've always
still love us
Like when I'm cursin' in my
Verses and I even do, what's worse is
When I'm spendin' too much
Spendin' on purses
And shoes for my girl when I
cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies
Once I was a young man dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man I lost my
and this is my longest song
And now the problems are we weren't getting along good enough
At least that's what I think. I love her so much, I love pink
I
be
Maybe God would
Let some grow for me
And all the little children
That I love like my own
Will they be sorry
That Old John's gone?
Who's
alright they know my name at the bank
Steady throwing shade at me
Oh wait I don't give a fuck what you think
Oscar Mayer hot dog water all your song they
I'm giving you the best
Sweet love
ANITA BAKER
To bake a whole cake
Not a slice
See the layers
I'm funkin for Jamaica
Wit the spliff lit
Waving
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