Lyrics:
B. K. B. Motherfucker
Can you feel the pressure the pressure that lies deep inside
Can you feel the pressure the pressure that lies deep inside
R.O.C., we running this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap shit
B. Mac, we running this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O
beat ur motherfuckin ass
up like B. Lee
look me in the eyes
then u gon u bleedin
dont give f about suspention
all my enemies
on their knees
better kneel
comes to parties, B. B. M. you know we shut it down
Me and Virgil going crazy just look at the fucking crowd
G Wave in the cutty off a addy tryna flip
(And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics
Perhaps the most famous classic in all the world of music)
Uh, yeah, uh
It's B.
catpaw
Anthony B. come school the outlaw
You nuh have no time fis dis no time fi dat
Nu time fi listen just a chat face off
Always wearing a mask
No time
while yours is on the floor
Now I'm not going home with you, I'm sure
G. I. R. L. Y
You're cute, but not my type
B. O. B. O. Y.
Girls like boys and boys
B. Ames is in the building
B. Ames is in the building
B. Ames is in the building
B. Ames is in the building
Now go little kitty, little kitty, little
oh no
I b.
Su canto fue silenciado, sus pasos fueron atados
Desviados hacia el abismo, desde ayer
Coro:
Las heridas de ayer, se cristalizan hoy
(Down)
Now I'm back on my B.S
Henny on the rocks, two VS
Pull up with your BM in a BM
Pop champagne in the A.M
You in the presence of the 88 king, one
bout none of that sneak dissin, you can't stop me
These niggas sounding stupid cause they out here tryna doubt B.
My name in they mouth so much, they'd
me ""yes queen"" , esteemed, prestigious gene, bless seen?, portmore best scheme, seh sweet nestle yes b..yes b.
Chorus: Matta weh dem seh, matta weh
(Yo it's JB)
(Woooo)
(Haaa)
Everyone's asking was JB I'm in the back of the room with a Bhad B.
She suck my dick while sat in my blue NikeTracky (Yo)
Verse 1: Drazon B.
You should know that my princely ways
Thinkin that I ain't misbehave, barely missed the grave
Lookin out for number 1, led me
don't need to stay the course
Having strayed I can see the hidden claymores
Thad B. Radd
Thad B. Radd
As the pile builds and plumes
And further occludes
Johnny go, I said go
Go Johnny go, I said go
Johnny B. Goode
His momma told him "Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old
go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny B. Goode!
Well his mama told him
Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader
Of a big old band
Many
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go
the Holy Father
Boy I keep holy water for my homies daughter
I'll give her anything she wish like she Tim, I'm Wanda
But I'm Uncle B. so don't fuck wit me
gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact
You see me with Crakk,
быть собой
Я forever OG,"OG" is the joy,"OG"is the feature
Feature with my dawg, feature with my bro
€rDm¥n kill this shit, Artur B. in this bitch
What I
one morning
Uncle Sam had killed the priest
Moonshine rockets
Blood in both his pockets
Boozy haze and B. the beast
She was deceased
A telegram came
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go, go
Go Johnny,
the rugged female Heather B.
So all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please
No need for playing the hard anymore
The bulletproof lyricist is
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