Lyrics:
Hoppy
Good enough for Johnny Cash
Yeah, I'm addicted to black
Addicted to black
Addicted to wearing black on my back
You'll be as black as the bird
Where
bones
Papa said: my boy, take my Johnny Cash vinyls and go
Well I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode, guitar mode
And the story
the Ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for why'all to achieve it
Cause I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash
this
I gotta believe in somethin more than that
Like Johnny Cash I'm the man in black
[Chorus]
[DMC]
Yo yo, this one right here goes out to Jam Master
and her friend ya
Bottles up what
Cheers to the gang ya
Miles high, uh
I'm on a plane
Johnny Cash
Walk the line 720s is flying by
We got the Boeing 747
Dolly Parton, Johnny Cash
Porter Wagoner and the Hag
Faron, Lefty, Roger Miller, King of the Road
Loretta Lynn and Tammy Wy
Buck, and Don, and Charlie
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
I'm just talking over it
Like those famous people as if I can do that
Yeah, the albums pretty uh
It's not the best quality
But you know
I did it all by
the last, now I flow for dough and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother, where you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in
play with with that
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
Oh, they
on stash
I used to crab the last, now I flow for dough, and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother where you rub it 'fore
Put some Actavis on layaway
Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah
I've been practicing my fade away, I'm shootin'
I'm an assassin, don't
Ludzie szeptali po melanżach, sobie kogo dymam
Każdy mi dawał złe prognozy, zmiana pogody na
Ciągle deszcz, deszcz, deszcz
Pada tylko cash, cash, cash
from Johnny Dang ah six mil' it cost me
Mek bare pretty gyal ah walk pass and ah stalk me
Ay, mek a mil' in a hour (rich)
Mek di money an' di money
Switch, eh, binks
Hey (Hood Star beats)
Eh, eh
C'est Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny pour la qualité
Quand on commence on s'arrête plus comme
sounds
Like Elvis, Johnny Cash
And a little bit of Waylon Jennings
(You know that's true)
I still sip well water right out of the hose
Smoke so much weed
swear my lyrics won’t be half as bad
I’ll write all the music
But the drums will still be played by Chad
Let me write Chili Peppers an album
Let me write
Cowboy, rockin' out to Johnny Cash
I might live in the city but I don't need no yuppy flash
I'm a Ball-Cap Cowboy, it's a sweat stained worn out cap
Custom
Experimenting with some new shit, Johnny Test (Johnny Test)
I know that niggas finna cash out for some baguettes (some baguettes)
But I just got some pearls from
and I was goin hard bruh
Fake love that's what motivated me go harder
Gotta hit the stage cuz you know that I'm a star yea
Hit up Johnny Dang tell him
Why you got this cash on the ground
Just leave it there
Why you got this cash on the ground
Just leave it there
Why you got this cash on the ground
the cops I give no fucks
Got yo bitch she on my nuts
Bust a nut and then I gut
I leave her ass up in the pass
Cause I'm steady chasing cash
See the johnnies
Ooouoohh yeehh
Ela tá de olho na minha bag
To com a gang só gastando cash
Traz o kush lean no ice com Halls
Ooouoohh yeehh
Ooouoohh yeehh
Ooouoohh
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