Lyrics:
Lil bitch talkin crazy but she know that I'm sick
Niggas talk sick then niggas get hit
She know I'm getting money, but she want me get me rich
If you
a knife
John was weak and his wife was too her name was Kate and she fell in too
She let Big Jim do what he had to do and John stood by and his life was
money long
Tight up she put it pon di John
Whine slow cah yuh know yuh love yuh man
Yo same suh we bad
Tell em seh ah same suh we bad
Tell em seh ah money
yeah, the devil wears Prada bitch,
And she ridin' for me, you don't want problems bitch
She about it, bitch, and she keep it real
And she owns two twin
Woah, she know my bag bigger
I just came home and I pass niggas
John on the beat, let's do it (Great John on the beat by the way)
Free Biz, he put
Say you want walk through it. So you grow through it.
Mission Impossible 2X (gotta believe)
Running through obstacles (see it do it)
(Believe,
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the gray goose is gone
And the fox is
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
pull out the cuffs slam her body like police uh
Put her in the trunk
What she want
Feel that thumpty thump
Got the bass banging and she feel it in her
might run through It) she got too much class
So when she in the room, (Cause that's a Detroit nigga Do It) she got it on smash
Girl, I want it, girl I
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
that's lethal (I'm Up Now, pew)
And shawty said she want to fuck me (ooh)
We gon' shoot a movie like Regal
I'm Up Now
Like it's the Regal (flick)
My life's
Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse now she Louis Vuitton Mom
Still might throw on a little low arm they want me to stop go on go on
They don't want me
Overlapped and hooded
Skin repeated like Stutterin' John
I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop
George of this poor life pop, put to Scarlet
In a place she
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Love is not possession and it can't be possessed,
If I should try to own you ,I'd be like all the rest.
I've learnt from past
she spends his franklins at the malls with her friends
material girl, livin?in a material world
but it's alright cause its Saturday night
so mista
Tell a baddie hit me when she land
Fill up my pocket with bands, aye, yeah
(Great John On The Beat by the way)
Fill up my pocket with bands
They
see that girl John cena
Mogbe
She say she wanting wanting wanting wanting want relationship
say she single mingle, mingle single but ashewo ni
she
a folding picture holder for inside my wallet"
She said, "We'll pick out names, for either way that it could go
Girl or boy, X or Y, I don't want to know"
I
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang
long hair and her eyes brown
Hard nose chick, she just want to bust shots, I had to leave her cause she blew
up the weed spot
Pause
Let me tell a story
Look
I'm so raw
Turn the oven on
Chef Papa John
I get the Parmesan
She want ah yellow nigga
Corn on the cob
Indian giver
Slob on my knob
all my players old, I was gettin' chose
Hoes look the fuck all in the dark when she suck my dick up at the car park
Now she amazed by the way I top up
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