Lyrics:
TL:Give you gentlemen time to ponder on the idea,
and I'll be back for a decision.
BOTI:Conglomerate...Johnny, you follow that son
You were twenty five when you split the scene,
Why did you have to go away ?
Prospects were good, you had money to burn,
But you had the curse
land
That was ruled by a cricket and a king
But a pauper's son would one day come
From twenty-five Upton Green
And there everyday was a place to play
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he'd primed himself well
He
My nigga walk around with a weapon and he a felon (yep)
Goddamn, the young nigga deadly
Twenty-five hundred for the Reggie, goddamn, you can smell it
こじゃれたワザにいつか飽きてfuck you 疲れた僕はここにいるよ悪友
and your eyes, from west side, midtownは遠くない
broadwayまたいで5th Avenueのlight
拭えない想い その胸さそい run johnny run,hey knock her door
bitch, I kept it real
Bitch, I'm doin' all my dance moves, I'm Johnny Gill
I'm just playin'
I was talkin' 'bout that Bobby Brown, ay
And I'm fuckin'
of Wheel Of Fortune
When apocalypse comes
Your brain 'll be expanding
When God's kingdom comes
You're like a retarded Isaac Newton
In Johnny Appleseed's
case we all fall down
I is for Isaac who lost his front brakes
J is for Johnny who was bitten by snakes
K is for Kimmy who was shot in the head
L
każdy medal ma tu zawsze dwie strony
Każdy kij dwa końce tylko ty kurwa jakiś wiecznie obrażony
Niedojebany co jest kurwa mać z tobą Johnny
Orientuj
siebie
I nagrywam potem zapisuję to i słucham siebie
Chcesz wmówic że mój styl nie zmienia gry? Fajnie
Jesteś jak 5 10 15 nie masz nic na mnie
Leh Przez
I'm bumpin' that Johnny Gill
She said Mykko you nasty
I said no I'm just real
She started playin her role
This shit just got too real
I tied up my
to make the bread stick Stella Doro get the profit//
A-V's a modern akhenaton slash Johnny Cochran poplocking/
On your block, freestyle like filibusters in
eyes wide shut
Me, my nigga Vince, and five white sluts
(With a Klondike bar that we all might munch
At the blonde dyke bar with a slut named Chuck)
ide, di ovo ide
Šta je sve ovo, šta je ovo
Di ovo ide, di ovo ide
Teče teče teče jedan slap
Peče peče peče fačica
Vojko V on radi tvrdi rap
Šta te
Jihad, no kufi or durag
Weapon of mass destruction blastin’ something
Johnny Rambo live off the land
Captain Commando
Leave ya injured, African American
(Uhh, go back)
I'm in the trap, feel like 5 xans
Woke on a xan, shot yo' man (Bop, bop)
Look at my diamonds, like lightning
They dance
Go to the jeweler,
million sides of old blind horses hides'
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
six million dogs
Seven million barrels
Passe-moi la guitare à Johnny
On t'raye du livret d'famille
Si tu fais la pute on t'renie
Warner, Universal, Sony
I need motherfucking money!
"I'm a boss!
stop, the crew cut
Jaw head, Johnny the jump to the dreadlock
Two jerk chicken and rum
Punch the pestilence false prophets fumbling
Fun funds to let me
that a soixante-neuf or was it forty-five?
No lovers left alive. The Frenchman changes sides.
Orgies were a pleasure politics a crime.
Nothing was really
vast
Ik blijf blokken met die tekst
Jullie blocken me niet weg neh
Lig in de bosjes met die
Ben op jumpen op die back
Als een Johnny op z'n crack ey
Ik
The silver certificates are drying outside – 2 dollar bills are on a table to the right
5’s and up are all over the porch –
only live once, so I give my all
Even when it’s tough, I still will smile
Like Johnny Salo, I run the mile
Now they got heart palpitation
Cause I am
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