Lyrics:
Off to Dexters lab to write the Johnny Bravo
Grab my dragon ball-z's make Powerpuff Girls swallow
Smash cats, steam roll to a flat disaster
"Where my
mission will be accomplished, and I expect cash
upon execution.
Verse Two:
TL:Let's run it down,
Firearms
R:Check
Poor little Johnny didn’t live to see sixteen
Gun made his lung collapse
Buried the body of his brother the next week
Cops shot him twice in the back
Ja, Mann
Wat kommt, dat kommt
Und wat kütt, dat kütt, Mann
Silva, Amate, Johnny
(Bang)
Wesh, Amate, stay fresh, Amate
Siehst du mich mit den
for no groupie hoe
Ice on Johnny dang, flawless diamonds hitting this shit for to show
Gucci store, was bout to by some drip but I cash out on dope
Fuck
But johnnies find bargains... I do it quite well
At 13th and I they've got something to sell. So check out the girl with the nice used smell
In wake
stepping
Ready to blow not talking Johnny Depp yup
Worried bout yo girl she already crept yup
Keep sleeping now you done already slept yup
Keep sleeping now
Curren$y, I'm a cash-getter
I smash Twitter and Facebook, you straight shook
I do a song with you, homie, and it's a great look
My shotty handle is Armani,
boss now, drug cash cow
Harry Winston 'bout sixty thou'
No lying, she flying, nigga dyin' when I hit 'em with the motherfucking iron
Shout out
dat ik picie richting wittie ga
Al m'n zwarte geld wordt netjes ook weer wit gemaakt
Ik heb johnnies voor me lopen daar tot 's avonds laat
Ik laat
prayer beads
under the alias of a dead member of the New York Dolls
The Stiff Boys! C'mon Dee Dee!
Can I get an amen for Johnny Thunders?
Can I get
and down, Johnny done those
I got loud ice, just like Paul Wall
Shining down South, brighter than all y'all
When it's time to get your jewelry done who do
the cash at? Tell the broke days bye bye
You's a Milhouse, you's a real sap, nice guy
Finish last, back of the traffic on the turnpike
I was a Xan addict
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
Passe-moi la guitare à Johnny
On t'raye du livret d'famille
Si tu fais la pute on t'renie
Warner, Universal, Sony
I need motherfucking money!
"I'm a boss!
patent spell me with ya' hex
Singing about cash money
Writing about sex
And I can't give in till my script is on top
You'll get the best wet fishbowl lens
up on the block
To smoke with my partners, outta Red Dog,
You got me some . Got some.
Niggas is trippin' on your niggas, spendin' cash, money,
my tab
Nowhere to go, no cash to spend
Don't know why I'm smashed again...
Wake up in a puddle of booze
And crawl through the mountain of human refuse
niggas spendin' cash, money
For the five-double-o-Benz's
And I'll bet that they schemin' to rob me
They plot me that 187
They got me all fucked up, fucked
(comin')
Prime time clique (yeah), we get money (money), stay iced up like TV Johnny
Cream on the inside
Clean on the outside
Cream on the inside
My position, occupation facin dirt earth check my worth
while cleanin Johnny on the sopts for some spendin cash
so I can buy my girl some flowers
Fluchtwagen '98, Mondeo von Ford
Radio von Grundig, Mucke: „Johnny B“, Down Low
Wo ihr Kinder wart, gab es mich bei Napster als Download
SLS-Dresscode:
foda rimando, sem forçar, ganhando
Tipo Allejo 7, apelando
Debochado tipo Kick Ass
Bitch, ass up
Face down
É tudo pelo meu cash (uhhhh)
Dizem que o
You dug to survive like a mole underground
Risking your life just to keep the bills down
And what spare cash you made well you spent in this town
You
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