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can save ya

"You can't see me"?
Ima be the "People's Champ"
If you Cena Dear John letter
Then my Johnson is in da Camp

Hallowed ground? Holy Field
May

I don't fuck with it
you know I keep my stick
Don't leave without it like I'm John Wick
Tell me why I keep missin' my fuckin' ex
Like I gotta forget

Workin

Waka Flocka Flame

Workin

I been workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be flirting nigga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 Pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

I been workin' nigga
Cocaina,

I been workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be flirting nigga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 Pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

I been workin' nigga

I wrote this rhyme in a quarantine
Beat had me tranquilized like thorazine
Peeling out as we lit the tree
Riding shotgun shotgun in Victor's 350Z

awaa iih
Igala demi iih
Amene omemele awa de
Amoma Ayegba awa de
Me gwi Igala ojomalia
Amoma Ayegba
Oma Idoko Ane Igala
Me wola ukolo
John Onu
Director

paper, hand paper, sandpaper
Victor's Stinks, give him some cologne Give me some watermelon
Owens' hair went Chop Chop He's gonna give me sloppy top
Gonna

Stack O'Dollars [Take 1]

Sleepy John Estes

Someday Baby

1997

Stack O' Dollars Trk 14 2:53
Sleepy John Estes
(James Estes)
Sleepy John Estes - guitar & vocal
With: Noah Lewis - harmonica
Jab Jones - piano & Yank

Baker, McKenzie J. Cochran, Yvette Smith, Gabriella Monique Nevarez
Victor White III, Dontre Hamilton, Eric Garner, John Crawford III,, Michael Brown Jr.

Creci en el barrio de la cinco dos en austin tx la calle st john's
Vendia polvo blanco a los 13 años hay mucho que ese barrio me enseño
La obeja

Victor take time oh
Take time for my heart
Them go kill you kill you throw way for nothing (Ah yeah)
Victor abeg leave these people
They go kill you

Sy boerboel se naam is Bakkies
Sy Brahman se naam is Beast
Sy hoender se naam is Victor
En sy pappegaai Fourie du Preez

Hy ken al sy Bokke op hul

at God's right hand
O Jesus, born to save us
Grant us discerning sight
That true till death we serve you
And witness to your light

For John, belov'd

at God's right hand
O Jesus, born to save us
Grant us discerning sight
That true till death we serve you
And witness to your light

For John, belov'd

Boom-boom-boom, no furnace
The sounds are made with
Dooo-dooo-dooo, the burner
My brother hangs in his
Room-room-room, makes certain
That John McClane knows he's

Old John Brown left Kansas before the blood had dried
And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July.
In a tiny farm house by Brunswick

the crown
Mix a little henny with the coke
And drink it down
Summer nights back in town
And I'm the OG mayor
Singin motha fucka
Imma beast John Mayor

of God?
(1 John 5:4,5)


We are declaring it boldly 
Jesus is our Victor
He died and rose
Resurrection power
Demons have to cower in fear
We've won

for up so us he raised
To take by force, like the days of john de Baptists
So do not wonder
Or try to put asunder
For we fight each other
For love

Questioning is moot
Victor's think the privilege
Of taking the account
Falls on their shoulders
Vain assumption flawed
Amending previous chronicles
Descends in

con ancora nove
Mesi da passare qui la giungla è come un
Fottuto presagio di morte

Storia vera chiamami Thorburn, John H
Sergente di stato maggiore

away from bad and sick ideas
Loosed all my focus
But now am back strong
Somebody tell John he should get ready for baptism
Soak in these waters
Let

cocktail est personnalisé
J'aimais bien John Lennon & Monsieur Kite
Le sérum me servait à m'sociabiliser
Quand j'me sentais rejeté comme Monsieur Hyde
J'ai

la malice (glou glou)
 Ça fume le bedo pour plaire a la petite (cou cou)

 Des passes passes dans l’église
 Pensent avoir tout vu comme john