Lyrics:
Don't wait for me, don't text my phone I can do bad all by myself, better leave me
I call Mr. Johnny, and he acting funny He want me to pay for
GOING GOING GONE
Music and Lyrics by Gordon Pogoda & Johnny Elkins
I wanna cry but would my tears make you see
We can’t go on the way that you’re
or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Let me get a outlaw
to be by my lonely
Improving forward-moving only
Even if that shit go slow (Woo)
I can't stop, I ain't no ho (Huh)
Carbon copy way you copy Kakashi
Johnny
this up in Mexico from your dad
Now its daddy on the booze
And Brando on the ice
Now it's Dean in the doorway
With one more way he can't play this
me
Y'all Johnny come lately, I was on time
On the road like white lines
Readin' all signs
Cleanin' off knives after tallyin'
What was taken
Your man
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
not going psycho Murder beats, no Michael
Extendo on my rifle, with right hand on the Bible Ain't no Billy Idol, I try tho , I try tho
Gotta get this
Walk up out the church looking like I hit the lotto
And I'm styling looking like I'm Johnny Bravo
Listen to the preaching got me clapping saying
they come around this way you getting stuck up
Did I stutter?
Run from johnny he's crazy
Mommy I think johnny has rabies
Save me
That lil boy is
pull up, no playing, I'll spray at your gut (grrr)
Johnny shot but then he missed
There's no way you think that hits
White rapper we call him Ritz
Like
makes a preacher want a kid 4 real
'cause you go girl, I want to rock your world, get down 2 party
That girl's got me crazy, the way you're kickin' them
like Johnny, my shit cold as ice, everybody saying Dang
Y'all keep thinking with your dick the stressing bout some peace of mind
While I keep thinking
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
bad when he ante up
Highway, get out the way
Black man do your great escape
Pac man wanna prosecute you
Raise your hand up, and they'll shoot ya'
Face
control I'm activatin' your soul
You know, the way the games get controlled, yo
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
control I'm activatin' your soul
You know, the way the games get controlled, yo
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
Every man has to come to a crossroad somewhere along the way.
Johnny Cash came to his crossroad in a place called Nickajack Cave.
Little white
(Johnny Richter)
You can find me rolling in my truck just as high as fuck
You can find me hitting my bud on the way to the pump
You can find me in mid ank
and shout
Gotta Dress like an Icon
Style like Nicki Minaj
Wear black like Johnny Cash, son
Have em stacked like Dolly Parton
Yeah, we got it going on
Know
refrain
Frankie and Johnny were lovers alright
A man and a woman toughened by the weight of time
But not quite as hard as they seem
Because they both
Zaza; fuck, you think
Might walk that bitch down; what's your number, yeah yeah
Shots up off this Henny, I'm just trynna get in my bed, yeah
The way she
I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move, because you're standing still
Walk the line, Johnny show me what your cash can do
Top gun, think I'm
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