Lyrics:
An' de las' wards she said to him
"John Henry, I've been true to you
Lawd, Lawd, John Henry I've been true to you"
"Oh, who's gonna shoe yo' lil
the gunman but I love the kids (woo)
Quavo Superman, Quavo John Wick (uh)
And you don't want the two to mix
(not at all)
Have a Fourth of July on the sixth
(pa
ahead on and quit, see
You lil boyz know y'all time is up
You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck
You lil boyz kinda like had '99
But
Rather you than me
If you've been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Lil' stronger,
Dear John forgive us our sins thank you God
I wanna tell you where you're at
You lose me in this campsite
And I'm gonna teach you how to be cowboys
Now,
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
boat
And swerve
And swerve
Can you paddle left John?
Hell yeah
Can you paddle right?
Hell yeah
Which way is the wind blowing?
Fuck if I know
Which way
found a bigger dick
Bitch, get the fuck out my face
Oh, what, you mad?
Shut up, bitch, you got me fucked up today, on God
Ah-ha, you mad, lil
at the safe, fuck a safe haven
They play with my name and I can't take it (lil' bitch)
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
Mil' on the wax, mil' on the car
Ten mil' on the crib honey grand on the bro
You fuckin' with a boss
When the beast by ten
Lil' trick, you a star, trick
up)
Put a couple holes in your neck, lil' nigga (God)
Fuck a diss song, get you stretched, lil' nigga (21)
Got a shoe string 'round my TEC, lil
was straight but we living larger
Already was balling but now we balling harder
Bet you bitches can't stay clean
Cause my wrist stay flossed off
Bitch you jealous, woo, and I was right, yeah
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't like
Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4
' homies)
Lil' homies on the ride (what the fuck you niggas's wanna do?)
Niggas gonna die tonight (what, nigga?)
let's get high tonight (my fuckin' lil
Rest in peace to Lil Keed
Fuck a pigeonhole, I'm a night owl, this a different mode
I might have to make her paint a six on her pinky toe
Heard you
rangin'
They make it they take it, they flip it they whip it they get paid
You name it they cock it they aim it, they bangin' the stage
Lil Jizza 'n
Okay, yeah, okay, okay (yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, okay, this Sean Paul (yeah)
Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz (yeah, yeah)
You already know how we do it
Blinded by the thought of us, so
Give me a chance, I will
Fuck up again, I warned
You in advance (oh)
But you just keep on starin' at the sun
Wait
More drama than the President with North Korea
Gettin Krunk wit Lil Jon, he da livest in the south
Fuck around and you get wires in your mouth
Cowards
Okay, yeah, okay, okay (yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, okay, this Sean Paul (yeah)
Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz (yeah, yeah)
You already know how we do it
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
This for my young nigga grindin', went stashed 'em a Rollie
I call the play like I'm John Madden
I fuck that bitch in them Steve Maddens
You know I be in the yo
This that weed 'em up bitch
229 free my nigga
Cool man, we ball U John, I promise nigga
DJ Lil Jackboy tell a friend nigga
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