Lyrics:
nuh fight wid boxing no jaws
A gunshot mi nuh kick like John Barnes
We shoot marksman and boom up kin alarms
Mi nuh punk like factor weh deh
He's not giving anything away
What is he thinking?
[Mike]
What the fuck's he saying she had the garm'
Either he has gone John Barnes
Or he's
Watford
Watford
Watford FC are the team for me
Watford
Watford
Watford FC are the team for me
You've got
John Barnes
Luther Blissett
Troy Deeney
place in my life
The blacker the berry sweeter the juice
I don't wanna see John Barnes up on my news
Like he speaks for us all how dare you assume
Rather
biblical psalms
Like that time that Giles Sports had a visit from John Barnes
Remember Barkers Chippie Jeans on display
Or Universe in Magor when Sasha
and jungly
I'm Mowgli from the Jungle Book, I'm John Barnes in the box
I blaze hard after mosque
I bend words like brown and west until they just spell what
Because I'm only 22, but John Barnes has a long path behind him
I'm walkin' in the shoes of a giant
And I was a fan of Jordan way before I knew Bryant
wrong, strong arm
If I don't get (Chips) like Ponch and John
You get slapped like Dee Barnes
(Doctor), not Dre
And eating - but, I'm after the entree!
My
you
John Gotti, illuminati- you
I put a middle finger up, because- you
This money got me geekin' up- you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I
like I'm Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin' up,
and our mayor Guiliani
Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti
Guns and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin'
Take
the cheque I need the full deposit
Light skin bitch ride the Maserati (yeah)
I was slidin’ in Miami I’m (Skrrr)
Bitch I’m a boss like I’m John Gotti
If I throw
body after body and our mayor Guiliani
ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
[Nas]
Guns and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun
Barnes
Look
I told her she cant see me till she get that attitude adjusted
Im like John Cena rapping tryna get a championship
Its my time now, all
that call the shots like I'm John Stock (That right)
I'm the one that got the scoop on yo whole group (Hey)
I'm the one that shoot the pistol like I'm
cooperatin' (facts)
They don't care how much time they facin' (rah, rebate)
They do the time, no negotiating
We ain't Nicky Barnes, we ain't giving up no
fucking prints off and we bool
Gold horse from '76
I think this Nicky Barnes shit
Unwrap the third crystal
You know the god fish
Balenciaga bucket shot
hard but y'all ridiculous
I'm with all the smoke, Matt Barnes, Sha'carri Richardson
Proving rap pays through the wraith's cache
I'm the dude they
checkin' my peep mo'
I come from Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes
Like, R.P., Alpo
Jim Ice, Nicky Barnes, and my nigga Bumpy John
All I need is
like a frito lay
Shit if yeen gonna eat, ima clean yo plate
I could see how they see me and keep on hate
Shit I️ see could John Cena, I'm beyond great
the cross
You can follow my praise
Call and response
And I pray that you're saved
I know we all been lost
Like John Locke
You should tell yourself if you
It's Big Backwood
Brad's in charge
For all those on
The fence
Like Matthew Barnes
Fighting in the back yard
Cause I gave your girl
The rhythm
Believe
it can't ever be,
It's never ever fair.
Food that has no sustenance
that sticks in your craw.
Though James and Peter
John and cndrew
will tell you
with the combo
Tripping off the contact
Built for combat
Till he John Doe
Uh
Yea
Inspired by the Pablo’s , Capo’s , El Chapo’s
Head Hancho’s
Top Dawgs ,
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