Lyrics:
that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
Let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John forte, grab the mic, let's sway this way
I'm more than just
you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my s*** don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
than this John and junior
What you've given
How you pray
What this means
What awaits you more than John and junior
Go on
Accuse me of existing in
slicing pie
You said you ridin you ain't ridin thats cause humans lie
So it don't even effect me
I'm gonn make you respect me
Same people want a favor used
a kill the beat like I'm John Wick
Hesitate on my content
I'm a come through like a comet
And pass by your nonsense
I got the confidence
Satan, you'll
Man tell me who is you Eve
John 6:66
They don't wanna hear this
Give em hard truth and then they turn back
Switch flip
John 6:66
They don't wanna hear
my sound bloke routine by approaching Gina's new boyfriend to say that he shouldn't feel that there's any animosity between us and then I even go
Dear John, I want you to know I'm sincere
Nothing else would make me happier
Than to know you're doing well
You're in deep so young you were taken
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
Bless the bed I lie upon
Two at my head and two at my feet
Look after me while I sleep
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
surrounded and they crushed him like a straw
John Doe went out like that
No, no, no
He heard them coming but he didn't get to flee
Wanted by the cops was
extra thick
They make me feel so patriotic
Man, American girls are something to see
I bet Thomas Jefferson would love be E T
This is a celebration
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
a little gift behind
For the rich to find
What kind of present doesn't come with a bow?
The most dashing assassin
You couldn't leave a scratch on me
With
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
on the seven sea(l)s
Tell me who's that writin'
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
Call at him by his name
I been floatin'
Please, don't blow that shit nowhere by me
I know bush when it floats by me, uh
They ain't never believed in me
Why'd I make it to the party? Uh
Honestly,
talkin' about
Don't leave me standing
On the front porch baby
Makes me feel like I'm selling something
Ask me in - let it all hang out
down the very same flood
John still dreamt of the life he wanted, over and over again.
Make me feel like a man should..
I am John Merrick
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
resing
KD in my blunt mixed with pure resin
I am not guilty, it was alleged
I'ma sing to this girl like John Legend
Gave perks all of me, I'm not John
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