Lyrics:
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
a cave
Hunter aiming at yo brain
Brain brain brain liquid
I feel like eddy
Grip machette
I'm addicted
But not by definition
Cause I kicked it
Flvco
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Johnny Kane, bitch
I be up early getting money
Nigga, no, I'm not a dummy, nah
Spraying shells out the Glock
The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr toad
Popularized by Bing Crosby
(17) Gina Lollobrigida: Famous Italian
Actress born 1927, still living (93 in 2021)
One
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
twins with me like I'm Johnny Test
I just bring the woods they grab the liquor and you guess the rest
Nigga you know how shit go down
I'm tryna be the man
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
And if you feelin' blue, you already
We're about to wrap this thing up tonight y'all, and uh
It's been a very special treat
And I wanna give a very special
Still Gave Me That Kiss
We Played Four Corners,
While mama Barbecue’d
The Use To Play The Music
& This Why I Love The Blues
Stay Outta Grown Folks
Johnny's Market and Mario Lanza's
Jackie Wilson…Reet Petite
I been a prisoner to a white Mr. Coffee
Down here on Christian Street
So Come on
Come
like Jason
Money stack and racks and raps
Rip by Ray, Mishap, and Epitats
'Cause suckers are scared straight
Prepare for the wrath
A psychopath when
Who's that peeping in my window?
Tense up leaning back rolling Indo
Blue lights roll up with the guns pulled
Dear God I hope and pray to see
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
nigga, you Blues Clues
24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool
Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee
Kevin Hart, your money is too short,
lost my habitat
Trippy colors, blue and pink
All my life I was a freak
All my life they called me geek
I am too afraid to speak
Kill your friends
Some of my best clio, always be tryna bargain
Serving on the late-night show, like I'm Johnny Carson
They call me Mr. 1008, 'cause of what I be
today for Johnny Cash)
(Thanks for everything, fella)
Yeah, love is a burnin' thing
And it leaves a fiery ring
I was captured by pure desire
I
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