Lyrics:
Pull up like John Wick
Never miss a shot like John Wick
I will hunt you down like John Wick
Better watch your back I'm John Wick
I'm John Wick
Watch
on Vic Falls
Got no time to Pick calls
But if it's an emergency I might just need a burner on me
Somebody told me take a cab to John Hunt way
You might get
Duffy Jr
Corey Johns
Darrien Hunt
William Green
Patterson Brown
Anthony Ashford
Tory Hodge
India Kager
Rayshawn Brooks
Its been over 400 years we cried
Cryprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John
Little Vil, Trinity, Creston, Walton
Yo, I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin' the beam
On my head like
"We'll hunt the Cutty Wren," said John the Red Nose
"We'll hunt the Cutty Wren," said John the Red Nose
"Oh, how will you shoot her?" said Milder
reinvent the wheel
Metal Gear, U know da snake ah kill
Never confuse da f are for real
Lion hearted, got ah Gibson feel
Sippin potions dat a Gypsy spill
John
pills with the doctor
My dick on a bitch hunt
I call em John proctor
I'm the devil I'm celestial
On my ps and qs
I'm good with variables
Her pussy
Esu now dem go talk say mo shika
Imma hunt you down like John Wick ah
You be ripper, make my money complete ah
Gucci, Fendi no be okirika
Maye, maye
life I lead
Country, yeah just call me country
Verse-
I fish on the creek in an old john boat
And I like to hunt with a gun or a bow
And Ole' Hank Jr
Fuck jimmy johns fuck jimmy johns
Fuck jimmy johns bitch fuck jimmy johns ay
Fuck jimmy johns fuck jimmy johns
Fuck jimmy johns bitch fuck jimmy
John Barleycorn, throw him up, throw him up!
Now the huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend his pots
John Doe yeah I'm feeling like I'm John Doe
Hopping out with that bag on me, I need my money pronto
If I'm on yo team you can't lose with him
There
District
But John Prince knew he'd been tricked
Old John knew he'd been tricked
He came up here to hunt big game
But he couldn't find one deer to claim
the strongest man at last
And the huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend his pots without John Barleycorn
John Barleycorn, throw him up, throw him up!
Now the huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend his pots
What up Elus, No Talent
I'm here at the morgue, cremating these beats
They don't know who I am then call me John Doe
I start rappin at horns I don't
we gotta teach 'em
They're the future, we gotta reach 'em
We came to hunt, we brought some friends
Like Stone Cold Steve Austin
John Michael Montgomery
and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.
They've
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die.
They've
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.
They've
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last.
The huntsman cannot hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker cannot
like Lamar hunt I moved out of Dallas
Carried the rush scene my hands looking callus
Can't even hear nothing area the loudest
This is Chiefs Kingdom
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