Lyrics:
We put the boom back in the boom-bap
The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
Yo, bring that back
When you hear it you can feel it in
punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya
Signin' checks that your punk ass can't cash
Got your album cover full of punks wearin' ski masks
Who ain't
[Featuring Johnny P]
Verse One: Belo
Since I'm 'Lo let me flex this
If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this
Song
man, Johnny Cash
Puff the reefer
Sometimes mix it with the hash
Hard to keep up, 100 yards dash
Beat your feet up
Jumpin Jack Flash on a muthafuckas ass
kid needs a story to go to sleep
It's just a Johnny Cash album on the record player playing old songs for you and me
Take a polaroid picture then put it
shine, but im no Johnny Deng
When I get that check , I'll put on a team
Counting cheddar I moving up on to finer thing
Gucci sweaters , some prada shoes
ceased
That's that West Coast country boy from them Bay Area streets
That's my hitman, Sleegram, and Killer Keese
Kool Nut, Johnny Cash, Pac, y'all please
Gang
Boy, I start on one, I let y'all know
This gon' be the hardest and realest album y'all heard in a minute
Boy, it still ain't go
Ayy, I'm that
the cash cow
Off the muscle with it
Ain't no hand outs
Stand up nigga never stand down
Bendin' corners on em might just crash out
Caillou the top
Joni mitchell and marvin gaye
And johnny cash risen
From the ashes on my grave, my grave
That's johnny cash there
Singing "ring of fire" upon my
go by the name of LEN
l e n
and we gonna go a lil something like this
check it out
d rock
i got mumbles on the beats and me and biz
been grown up
I got cash in the mansion filling up the whole tub
Been in situations when I felt like giving up
But I think 'bout my mom and little
Days of Thunder
Johnny Gwynn, 2020
Verse 1
I hear a storm rolling in
Like that old engine
yeah my Ford Mustang
When I was your man
Out on Vineyard
cash
Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks
Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop
When you see me wid the DPG
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk
still on papers
Made it out gon know my name
Polo out chain gang
Sack ran up now my chain swang
This shit from Sue fuck Johnny dang
119 shit raised me
to elevations
Gained 30 pounds, swim wear, don’t care
Bad hair, Old Joe money raining right here (“Fat Summer”)
Went from Johnny to the Evan, a 9 to a 7
But right
busy ( johnny djinn in the trap get busy)
These bitches they twerk for the Lizzie
I’m always surrounded by killys (pow)
I got lean with me
She sip
Vacant
Yeah, I'm feelin' imperial, I like the way that she feel me yo
I pour the milk in my cereal, I'm makin' a killin', it's serial
Johnny Blaze,
to Johnny, and got me a kit, love the way this bitch, hit now my ice in a freezy
Flew to Miami, but come from the trenches, they see the cash money, but bitch,
The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you
way this story's made
Walk the line Johnny cash, beat your ass like Johnny Cage
Here to vent my day to day
You never run out of shit to say but me yes
done changed
Now im finna cash out on a range
I used to cry all of them tears but it’s Ok
Cause it don’t hurt no more
Tryna but my mom and dad a house
Mesmerized by my fashion statement
I want heavy pockets Fuck you pay me
Fuck Up a bag I Fuck Up a bag
Splurging top dollas i needa Cash in
Diamonds on neck
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
(Hit-boy)
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Natural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hunnid cash, look
.JPG "Mike Curb")
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