Lyrics:
angry even then
And he was angry even then
Educated by an Anglican clergyman
Old John Prince was a smart one
Until 1833 he lived in England
As a lawyer
John Hardy he was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot a man on the West virginia line
Might have seen John Hardy getting
(Jaye Way, bitch!)
Sometimes I feel like John Wick
(Sometimes I feel like John Wick)
(Sometimes I feel like...)
I done lost it all
Got me feeling
and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
now
?Hit the standin' brain? now
Die Hard fan call me John John McClain now
Snake vs the Crane Style
Death to the enemy, Wu brother
What’s the score?
What do you want to hurt me for?
I know I’m over you now.
I know I'm over you now.
I know I’m over getting over you now.
Written by
soul.
But oh my God! Lord of all mercy,
Why would you desert me?
There’s no reason for learning to think in a straight line.
The pleasure and pain
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
me disabled
Niggas grimy, be connivin', do shit under the table
Just last night, John John got yoked by the raiders
Fuckin' 'round on the ugly, hit
sheet and bars
Drag rappers by they wife beater
Drama King told me "Drag
Go stupid" so Imma go stupid
Made this fitted cap a drop top
Almost mini couped
out, nigga
It ain't 'bout a check, pussy nigga
Don't check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on
You know that we next
yard
And when it was Christmas
Didn't even send a card
Bridge
So imagine how we felt
When we go the news today
Under unexpected circumstances
John had
Old John the baptist, old John divine
Leather harness round his line
His meat was locust and honey
Wild honey lord, wild honey
John saw that
Yea di banga active me nuh ramp fi chop 'e line
Plus 'e leads dem hot so a giant me find
Send 'e money come now, me nuh come fi waste time
Just buck
got some shit on his chest (he do)
Pray he don't flex, I'ma send em home (I am)
I got big pistols and weed by the pig, I got hitters, one call, I can
like she it
An i cannot wife me a that a know that yall slimey and greesy
My niggas shoot like john john
And we never miss
My nigga caught him a body
John, John, there's something wrong
The guns are found and the fox is gone
John, John, before too long
It will be me they hang it on
So send me off
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
hoe
Smokin on John Wayne
I can't feel my damn feet
This shit goin crazy
You know this Shit Don't Stop for neen
I'm so Profit World to death I line my
Uh uh yeah, uh uh
Stop playin' with me yeah
Yo, Sheff
Yeah we from the streets bro
Where niggas bend blocks, send
Shots all the time
I ain't talking
over from New Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Muscles Like John Dwayne
I Do it show off what God Gave
Me and the bros, not by might
No other Way but High Way
Yeah
No other way but High way
Making
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
I'm not fucking spitting
All right, but
Need to start asking yourself
What would Jayden do whenever you get into A dilemma
Better to be inspired by
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