Lyrics:
rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the cartier watch I
Boucnce laughing off
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
I'll never forget those sunset bike rides
Those days by the ocean will last for a lifetime
No work day was too long to spend with your own
I'm here
(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, huh
When times was hard, life was rough, I tried givin' up (I tried givin' up)
I'm like,
amphitheater, Cleveland Ohio, 1995. And I wasn't the opener exactly, there were 17 acts on the bill, it was auto workers' benefit with John Cougar, Billy Joel
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
the world fuckin' with big John
I'll knock his brains out if he got it on his mind
Lonely, lonely baby
Lonely, lonely baby
A lonely, lonely baby
Like John, what would he do? (What?)
I Rock out for my Bands, im something like the Beatles
Play crazy leave you see thru (Boom)
Big dog over there come
to tell my fans
I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin' autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly for
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
the metal
What you thinking im talking rock music bitch i got the mosh in the pit i got the mob and with the hits i got your mom and her tits
Im John with
flipped
A 90's baby but, fuck with the 80's
By 30, I'm finna' be richer than JAY-Z
Rap God, Slim Shady
Got fans like the Navy
Need Young Money, Cash
[VERSE 1]
cs a young boy he'd look high in the sky
Thinking big dreams, with a twinkle in his eye
Moved by the universe and everything in store
He
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
nenahrám diss, yeah
Tvoj rap je smutný ako vŕba
No moje mesto, neverí slzám
No moje mesto, neverí úsmevom
Je plné hajzlov, hadov a pusherov
Lil John get low
Got fake J's yeah that's for sure
Like your songs you're just a joke
After this you'll be a ghost
John, your music's trash
No thoughts man, that's
Todd, a big fan"
I wiped, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shi-" when's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my
name's Todd, a big fan"
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shit" when's all of this crap
trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house
niggas pardon, whatever
We can do it at the Garden
Word life, this shit is real big
I'm making niggas blow trial even if they not guilty
I want
(uh)
Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Lebron Teflon John (uh)
Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean....John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my
-8643.jpg/225px-John_Scofield_(cropped)-8643.jpg "John Scofield")
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