Lyrics:
lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in
lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in
up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money (ayy, woo, ayy)
I think I'm Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them
tranquilize a horse,
I'll bet a million in cash against your stash,
'cause I think mines better than yours."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny,
and you ain't
or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Let me get a outlaw
Og kjulånte skiver i vinyl med mange spor
Det var første gang æ hørte Boom Chicka Boom,
Boom Chicka Boom The Sound of Johnny Cash
SOLO
Med min
One time
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the ill na na (yeah, see'mon, yeah, see'mon)
Destination
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever
the Pontiac
Whoa
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever comin' (back)
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles
a horse
I'll bet a million in cash aginst your stash
'Cause I think mine's better than yours."
The boy said, "My names Johnny
And you ain't smoked nothin'
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
op country songs
Van Dolly Parton
En Johnny Cash
Ik heb working nite to by
Was welkom op mijn gsm
Ik raak helemaal betoverd
Door dat klikje in
Immature, yeah I always cried
Me and John both wanted to make an album so we just compromised
We meet in the middle and we're criticized
All that talk, all
Ya'll better make some room
Johnny's made his way into town
If you got some cash, unlock it
Take it out your pocket
It's going to a greater cause,
the bridge
You can find his wallet at the crib
Johnny boy thought he was the best
Bravo Nigga Gimmie all the cash
Jack the nigga knew to wear a vest
A lesson
can't trust these niggas uno!
Cash! You already know, nigga
Money bags, nigga money bags, nigga
No, we cannot hang if you a stain
What you want
who giggle walking by
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's
I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move, because you're standing still
Walk the line, Johnny show me what your cash can do
Top gun, think I'm
facts
I know they mad thats in the past
No I ain't Johnny I stay with the Cash
Don't play with me play with a Bag
Keeping it G aint shit sweet
Yo pockets
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
ludzi z Podkarpacia i znad morza
Żyj tak
By dziś nie było gorsze niż przedwczoraj
Ciągły progres chamom nie ustępuj pola
Jak
Johnny Cash
Clark Kent
i
Hey, don't trip
Hey, don't quit
Hey, don't slip
Hey, yah trick
I'm sick of just getting by
I'm sick of playing the bad guy
I'm sick of just getting
cash, I’ma hustle everyday
I was always taught, I ain’t gon’ never get my way
We gon’ put a nine, uh, r-i-p to K
I had a album that was made, and two
{*car starts*}
Uhh, for the two g's, for the millennium
Do or die
[johnny p]
Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills
Chorus: johnny p + do
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