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reload quick
Cause I never miss my target
I'm all about making hits
And nah I don't need no clique
I roll on my own just like John Wick
Yoooo right about

after it scabs
I cut through the middle
Like an inter section
Put my foot down like I was on the A217
Pure talent when i touch the pad like John Lennon
My

her belly
White bitch she gon' dance like Ellen
Imagine that just like John Lennon
Imagine all the bitches
Throwing that ass on me, ooh-wee
I

green
I'm a dreamer in my own
Right without a question
Imaginatin my assassination just like
I'm john lennon i'm a VIP at some point
Even at death picture

world we would all be rich
Hating on me I'll dissolve your clique
Two tone Rolex on my wrist
In a battlefield I'm a soldier, trick
Life is what you make

Paris Tokyo

Lupe Fiasco

The Cool [Circuit City Exclusive]

2007

Nothin' further, I jumped, grabbed my Goyard trunk
Got ready to 'Walk it Out' like Unk in my John Lennon chucks
That's when I heard Murder, you're killin'

don’t get to vibe

As soon as I’m winning they giving me bribes


Nigga get back on

I’m beating you once and for all

Lotta niggas be waiting till fall

'll make it look easy they break a leg
And I'm eggin' 'em on
Like break a leg and sing 'em a song
I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon
I'm rhyme legend
Some

fuckin' on me if you wasn't tipsy
Say I wouldn't be fuckin' with you if you wasn't pretty
Bitches all in my face now they treat me like John Lennon
Askin'

Yeah
In the words of John Lennon, nigga
In the end, it'll be okay
But if it's not okay, it's not the end
Yeah
Gratitude, nigga
(Let's go)

I'm a jealous boy, really feel like John Lennon
I just want real love, guess it's been a minute
Pissed off from the way that I don't fit in
I don't

to navel-gaze all day

It's a beautiful thing I say, bye-bye
Hear me, it's a beautiful thing so I stay so high

You say you love John Lennon, you don't want

alone
Invested in my drip they tryna see what I got on
A bird can lose a feather but I don't wanna die young
I don't really got no idols we built this

Torture

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

it all boils down to this, we talking lyrics
Rhymes, line for line, numero uno
Who the best? I don't know
Check it

Flame on, I rain fire when

in the pack ima a pedigree
John Lennon no beef I can't let it be

I can sense that she likes Senshi
Pull up with a B no Bentley
Ain't nothing that

That's What I'm Looking For [Mr. Dupri Remix]

Da Brat

Big Momma's House

2000

Or affiliated with them
I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop
Niggas that wanna show off
Don't just stop
My soldier's not having that
I'm looking for a thug

his bone
Don't wanna fuck in the car, made her ass walk home

I'm talkin' hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like

touched by the priest|John Lennon said that's when he was yelling for peace|Halloween life full of tricks and treats|I put the world on my shoulders|Now

to the cassies
NYC, top-down, Big blastin'
Nas said I'd be a legend, nigga, don't gas me
Hot in '97, Funk Flex had to ask me
"How you make out that beef with

She be on her knees
And she suckin' on my
(Suckin' on my)
Yeah
Never gave a fuck
About a neighsayer
I got bitches like I'm John Mayer
I'ma real player

call me John Lennon
You'll go oh no when you see my revolver till I'm a felon
Learn the lesson no pretending
That the effort to be mending reputation
Is

common
Who told ya
Get it by the book flip it now take a look
Who sold it
Me A better version of the person I wanna be
Don't scold me

R I P to all my

I don't
No, I don't

When I ate that cereal, I thought that I would feel fulfilled
If nothing else, at least feel full, but I don't
No, I don't

Too

Bareback, uncensored, doggystyle, slutty version 
If you're offended, I guess that's fuckin tough 
You wanna be sharp, you gotta rub against something rough