Lyrics:
voice
Monica voice]
Chairman (John Danforth): The reason for this hearing is not to promote any legislation. Indeed, I don't know of any suggestion
I
Hope everybody listening to this
Has a very happy time at
Christmas and has a good
Fortunate, lucky New Year and a good
Time to be had by all
folks
It's a deeper, hotter Hell for the worst of these folks
It's a mystery, we never heard the murder she wrote
If we finally paid her back the whole
That’s how it’s posed to be
She like you coaching me
Thank you for molding
I must be wiz by how much she fuck wit currency
She give me all of her
So she
lucky
Bitches wanna fuck me
Then suck me
You ain't that lucky
I got the luck like some sevens
I'm never going to heaven
I piss in her mouth like lemons
to put it right
No longer may this evil feast
For John will slay this vicious beast
No longer spurning
The witch's learning
And in her wisdom
Lies
I took the bible to hell
I speak the truth, that is why I could be friends with John Kani
And you can die for the truth, proof of that is Chris Hani
was right about you
She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one
I keep telling her "chill, I don't care none"
I got another side I never showed
ringtone like it's my alarm
At the studio, wishing I had her in my arms
My distant lucky charm
She'll never let me get too far
Only couple rings, then I'm
the pack of Stella half off
It's my lucky day shit I suppose must be hell that over froze
Extra layers cause its cold
Think she mad I haven't seen her all
Huh, huh, huh, huh (yeah, yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (you got lucky I ain't fuck you up)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (John Gotitt) (you got lucky I ain't hit
treat this foreign like a go kart
Shorty had the nerve to bust in my room, fussin'
John Cena, hit her with this attitude adjustment
The glock hold 30,
her cry for help.
But sadly I didn't care at the time. A lot of time passed until we met again.
Under another silver moon on another fateful night.
Today’s my lucky day I just want to thank God for life
Woke up ate some eggs turkey bacon slice
Looked in the mirror like damn Man I’m grown
Uh
Yeah
From the hills of northern Ireland to the forests of the Algonquin
If you had known John Johnston, you'd have known a gentleman
All for love and love
back all the trinkets
I don't know what your thinkin
For this one there's no need to bother cuz see
That's just a Lucky Motherfucker
I'm just a Lucky
Don't answer to John, my name is Big Poppa
Swimming in pussy and I am a lobster
Don't hang with gang, I hang with them mobsters
I don't ride planes,
need somebody!)
(I’m that real thang!)
Tonight, I’m feeling lucky!
(To lead me on!)
(I’m not a John!)
Welcome to Sin City!
like a dream
On a whim inspired a hymn
Sink or swim, she’s got me singing
To her rhythm
My loving has a synonym
It goes by “Girl From The Gym”
She goes
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
Tryna get lucky, she a ten
Hit the jackpot, brought her friend
Hurt her heart and make amends
Need John our to wash my sins
Heavy ring on my ear, call it
can't fuck when we hang em
Gangstas like kadofy, john fuckin gotti
Ain't fuckin with these snitches cause they got em for his shotty
Gangstas
Chorus
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies,
How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs.
He
her and drew her to the bank.
Her clothes all wet and muddy, they laid her on a plank.
Then sent for John Lewis to come to that place --
And brought
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