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Sam Cooke, Lou Rawls, Gwendolyn Brooks, King Cole
Jesse Owens, John Johnson, Duke Ellington, Joe Louis
Too many names for me to go through it

havin to turn quick
A sin sick, so merk it like John Owen
You know when Jesus the Christ you can pay him, but still owe him
We shoulda died and been

The 20-something Rick Owens wearing John Gotti
You got my number so call me
I'll pull up right in the lobby
Better yet I'll kick your door in
Do you fucking copy?

Alright (Lyrics)
(Written by John Redmon, James Owens)
Performed by John Redmon feat. Da Clay

I don't care if you stay
Care less if you go
I can't

Town to Town

Del the Funky Homosapien

Future Development

1998

a thong
On a beach with a biatch named Bonbon
Called her on the Intercong, enter John Owens
Better known as Casual to y'all not knowin'
About flowin,

Where Have All Our Heroes Gone

Bill Anderson

Country Shots: God Bless America

1994

Like Lindberg who flew the ocean and Jesse Owens who showed Hitler
And John Wayne and Gerry Cooper after all didn't they really win the war
And General

around put too much racks in the money counter
Fuck it I'ma buy new one
These lame niggas my sons
Tired of black and white dunks
Rick Owen's black

Over and over again watched it play out good and clean
Twin Lake blue as Owen, Little Lloydy cold as concrete

When I go 
Let me go like John Kinker

Arenal mijo como dice Renifer, manu brice, owen, rafa estafa, danilo, mario, manuel, charles barrios mi lobo plateado, y para octuplo y harmony mis

ran up a bag so fast like I'm Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she hoein' (she hoein')
Chain on my neck, that shit glowin' (that shit glowin')

Hard Work Pays Off

Future

WRLD on Drugs

2018

break, taking off
Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah
Keep niggas on they toes
I ain't never play fair
Throwin' elbows
This an AK, yeah, bullet to your

Stepping in the Rick Owen, bloody rain, rain, rain (splash, splash, splash)
Cocaine X games (what?), doing tricks out the Range (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

like Stockton and Malone:
Make my pick then roll
The ugly ones go to Sam Cassell
You washed up like Nick Van Exel
Shawn Kemp, Robert Parish
John Salley

Wu, Ghost moves like a phantom
Fuck all da haters Imma send'em all to heaven
Yeh, I got Rickie Owens denim
Yohji Yamamoto infused with the venom
Wu,

talking
Still don't believe you
Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum
He going out sad I would not want to be him
You cannot see me
Feel like John Cena

ringin’
In my heart, in my heart
Voices keep singin’
To my heart, to my heart
Voices keep singin’
To my heart, to my heart

Owen Wright, Mark Woodford,
Ben

To' los día' son wake and bake (brake)
Con las Vans y la skate
Ayer otra portada Vogue (bitch)
Louis V (Rick Owens, ah)
Le damo' banda a los fake

Left the hood, but it got even worst
From the trenches you born with a curse
These Rick Owens not wearing Converse
Fell in love and I know that it hurt

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

When I walk in this bitch, let me get my pimp on
Versace scent when I walk in Rick Owens
Cash app bitch, I'ma send her a Bitcoin
Did it hit yet, post

fever
Slide on them niggas we hop in a Beamer
Masked up can't see me John Cena
Keep me a chop this a double odd buck
Your hoe is a thot so I don't give

my dope I put my dope all in her john stocking
Dirty cup and dirty kicks hell yeah nigga these Rick owens
Yeah she think I'm an alien because I got two

Nigga, it's Big John Wick, and I'm back, nigga, what's up
And I said I was gon' come back, look at me now, I never bluff
2024 ain't no competing, yo,

some suits and they moving like John Wick
I'm with my dawgs like I'm Wick
Like a dog with that stick
Black coupé, all black fit
Owen boots on the kicks