Lyrics:
cold shoulder now she wanna give me her tonsils
Yeah
Ay woah ey
Bleach
Blonde!
anybody make real shit anymore?
Bow in the presence of greatness
'Cause right now thou hast forsaken us
You should be honored by my lateness
That I
Fourth of November, 1863, John Pine, he ran off to war
His mama cried for John was but sixteen, she worried she'd see him no more
Strong as an oak
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
anybody make real shit anymore?
Bow in the presence of greatness
'Cause right now thou hast forsaken us
You should be honored by my lateness
That I
microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone Richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe,
microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone Richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe,
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
freak girl told me now she's a Christian
My white girl wanna move back to Michigan
I'm pullin' girls off the bench
Like a 6th man
I'm in the club pullin'
I got a lotta mf throwed how a nigga do it
I'm the truth can't come near the pure bullshit i ain't for it
John Madden make a play
Yea John Madden
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vittadini summer gear, she push
high-heels, a-covering ground
She walked on in darkness, her gait was inviting
The shadow behind her, who was even now fighting
The beast that took over his
Time passes quickly for our lady of the hour
She brushes her long blonde hair
From her face only to find a tear
But she don't know why she's been
a young blonde buck walked in
She grabbed him by the collar
Kissed him hard on the mouth
And slapped him on the cheek
Then I thought she spied me in
But John and Jacob loved to laugh
About basic in Louisiana
Well John passed on by his own hand
And now Jacob has a hard time understanding
‘They said
mothers child in trouble
Left out of our gilt edged bubble
Now John might be our relation, or of anyone in the nation
But our empathy is ration, by our
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
you think that barn's a penthouse suite
She can take a John Deere hat, hang her blonde hair out the back
And make the strongest man drop everything
her best party dress
Swore on that day and now I can confess
That I would get into your head
Gonna fuck up your life, like
John Tucker Must Die,
easter pink
I had to send the bitch home
'cause she keep drinkin' my lean
She likе an abortion clinic
She just wanna drink my semen
Bitch I got John Wick
girl that I date
Comes with fucking kids
Someday Imma kill you mutha fuckas
Beware how you treat me
Now I'm gon' name you John Doe mutha fucka
Never,
Tryna find soul in a soulmate
Looking at the clocks like Coldplay
Ain't Barbie but still wanna role play
Black dress, blonde hair and a doll face,
and it's on
[Chorus: x2]
I hope she's ready
Cause she about to get it
Like how she move her body
So I'm about to hit it
Now put it on her (put it
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