Lyrics:
Life is like a high-jacked airliner, but we managed to win
Back to the crib, breakin up the cats in the brig
Havin a bitch - flashin the tits - While
she need celine
That’s apart of my life that I ain’t seen
Lor baby I ain’t serving crack feins
I’m cool dude gotta lor name
I just stay in my lane & I
like John Lenon
Making new waves out of old writtens
With these bars I’m a goon with no cufflings yeah
Must quit hoes koz they making me sick
Too much
summer, but the tea got warm
I don’t appease enemies
I’m in a league with John
Seven billion ways to source
And concomitantly seven billion ways to loss
My
if ya'll bout it
For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert
One, two, when I exhale, the one-two
Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q.
the wiring
Play with John Jiggs it's violence and violins
This ain't direct, this for all of ya'll-
Still will shoot a nigga in his foot, tell him walk it off
a new single by Triumphant Records
Kev The Rev smack em' down
Fake snakes
Lay in wait
Training hate
Make you mad
Full of brain stank
No sake
In the cab
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
distance)
My life ain’t by Pixar’s no john walker
But I’m incredible
Dip in and out your life go ghost
This motion came with speed like dash
You starting
Words and music by Freddie Mercury and John Deacon
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah!
You're taking all the sunshine away
Making out like you're the main
We had an apartment in the city
Me and Loretta liked living there
Well it's been years since the kid's have grown
A life of their own and left us
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You don't know me but you know my body
Ridin' shotty with my bro, we got it
AP, make him watch my pockets
a boss, now I'm a coach, I'm talking John Rubin, Don Shula
GXF Taliban, Saddam shooters, Soprano Wraiths
The driveway ain't got no V6s
I'm buying ice,
he gettin' plenty hos
Ridin' fled, by my grip
GMM, that's my clique
Fresh fit, new kicks
I'm the shit, might see me wit
Yo bitch, on the strip
Super
Making music that I've imbued with illusion
That's all that life is and there's nothing to it
So what the fuck are y'all doing be human
You would never
If you ever need a helping hand
When your life just seems to be too hard
You can always trust that I will be there
I'll pick up all the pieces
got you girl, hands won’t slip
By my side buy you new drip
No taking ls, just weekend trips
Oh you boujee now u wanna champagne sip
Back it naughty
Boss
It's a new year, but I'm makin' it leap
I got the grip on the stick, like a Wii
I got the gold on my neck, on my teeth
Uh, shine, uh, I mean
Uh, get
to the Jordan
According to His Father's will
Was baptised by Saint John
To fulfil His work and ministry
For us too He wished to establish a bath
To wash us of our
me
I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John
Lost in my lusty ways
You see my face in a magazine and can't turn
to the Jordan
In accordance with his father's will
He received baptism from Saint John
To fulfil his work and ministry
By this he wanted to establish for us
Thinking they're sinking my ship quit quick
All aboard!
From the state where they think we
All mate with our cousins
With no indoor plumbing
Moose by
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