Lyrics:
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Look at my roni
Yeah look at my boots
Look at my jeans
Yeah look at my crew
I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy
John Wayne
Wayne lil Wayne lil Wayne
I rap like I'm insane cuz I'm a lil flame
Running fast like usain usain usain
I ain't worried bout no thing yeah watch me be
[Lil Wayne]
What what what
I'ma flosser baby
Baller baby
A fifteen year old shot caller baby
I'm raised in the hood
In a all black call
Down
hit the fed, cut his dreads
Kept it solid (Wah)
Tell Lil Hank, that's my gangster
Jonathan like John Stockton
Know if I go back
I could lay back 'cause
soprano, so we gon' leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne
Make him change his
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West
End up dying from
but it just gettin' worse
Ain't nothin' funny why you laughin'? Nigga wipe yo' smirk
Man they took Lil Wayne head out his foreign riding and it hurts
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
I'm not a real person my real version's been deceased for so long
An eternity spent on seeking a cure
For my immortality,breathing is forced
By a coven
Ooh, aye yeah, Thugger Thugger, yeah
Trae Tha Truth, yeah asshole by nature, yeah
Thugger, YSL shake the equator
Aye, I'm the same nigga go
To kick
that?
I can see through that
Tattoo right there like I can't view that
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
fuck around you gon' make me reveal it, ay (ay)
I'm a West Coast original, black John Wayne
Nigga where we from we like to pop that thang
Ay, you
to conceal it (to conceal it)
And if you mess around, you gon' make me reveal it, ay (ay)
I'm a West Coast original, black John Wayne
Where we from we
please say my peace?
If y'all fresh to death then I'm deceased
And this one here is a heat rock
Spit like a beatbox the way the beat rocks
New version
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
and I do my thang (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Coupe all black matte like I'm John Wayne (John Wayne)
Rockin' Eliantte, this ain't Johnny Dang (this ain't Johnny
you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your grave site nigga
15th Ave, miracle nigga
Get these comforters fried, come and get a few nigga
John Doe nigga, you
She knew I was leavin' 'fore I even came (pussy)
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne (pussy)
Smack niggas, then I get on live and sing (yeah)
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your grave site nigga
15th Ave, miracle nigga
Get these comforters fried, come and get a few nigga
John Doe nigga, you
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