Lyrics:
I want a suit just like Hank's
I want a voice just like Johnny Cash
A big Gibson guitar with "F"
Holes in the middle
A girlfriend like Dolly
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
of high that make you call your kinfolks
And tell "Loc, Johnny's dead
A fourteen-year-old kid put a nine to his head
All because he wanted that gear he was
Where do i sign up as if
A have a fucking chance
Listen to me for once, don't just skip by
I'm not an ad or a fucking drive by
You know who you is, i
of her of someone she knew
The telephone rings off the hook by her bed
The other ends Johnny with a gun to his head
He said "You always looked good in
up, he just went dressin' janky
I'm in the booth, me and trap on that gas, man this shit stanky
Got your bitch in here, and she throwin' ass, she
be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you
be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you
strange dog
Keep my distance cause I'm bound to blow yo brains out
Me & my dog mane who grew up out the same house
Only difference is i'm here, & he gone
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
waiting for you"
And there they were standing side by side smiling at me
Tex Ritter Johnny Horton George Morgan
Dottie West and Keith Whitley
And then he
to to you
you'll put a slug(slug) in me
and say i ran down on you
i put my hands up up
please please too late
boom boom
(Hook)
Johnny why you gotta be so
amaze me, Jamaican me crazy
Real talk, this is history in the making
Who gone scoop me up, Ricky, 50, or Puff
Who gone see the diamond in the rough, uhh
I
and gentlemen
[Hook: Jazze Pha - 2x]
Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking
Block, 6-0 (uh-huh)
They with me everywhere I go
You better know if I blow, he blow
Me and Whitewall was posted up by the store
Me and LA was drillin'
volley that
Give it to me and she never ever want her body back
[Verse 1]
Eat up every piece of you I treat you like a party pack
All by myself shit
The way you look
That type of view made me want to write this hook
All the while that you're leaving me speechless
Cause you're more stunning than
ni se
Att här är fart och ös till max
Hela gänget kommer efter strax
Come on, baby
Let's do the twist
Come on, baby
Let's do the twist
Take me by my
can So i can GO
Scraper Whip Them Whips near by
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO
Verse3
me and the trumplus in the luck
im so flatland like table park
LIGHTEN THAT LOAD
I'm your honky tonk daddy down in Tennessee
I got this Gibson cranked up with these new guitar strings
I'll play you Working Mans
the way to my belly (belly)
Lord to devil in housing - cause roxing by the gallon
We vitally known for my spittery - see all type of people asking me
faithfully looking for a come up getting ready for The summer
V1: I remember going to free lunch
Playing with the Johnny pump
Cool the whole block down
please give me a minute
And moonglow and catkin and crookneck
And painted tongue and seedpod and johnny jump-up
Thank you what in us rackets glad
What
"Baby, I just wanna dance"
I met her on Grafton street right outside of the bar
She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar
She
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