Lyrics:
Robert Johnson escreveu
Vinte nove canções
Era um homem medíocre
Tocando violão
No Estácio pagão
Bide, Baiaco, Ismael
Fez trato com três
What in the fuck
Ain't no goddamn shit on my Johnson
What are you talkin' about
Boy
Where's the goddamn spit on my dick
I coulda swore I spit
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Robert Johnson went to the crossroads
A guitar in his hands
Well, the devil had him a guitar, too
He says 'This is what you need man,
You can be the best'
Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.
Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty
a bloody mess
You know the rest
Robert Johnson went to the crossroads
A guitar in his hands
Well, the devil had him a guitar, too
He says 'This
read my mind
That little Johnson boy from down the road
Was asking if the kids could come and play
Lord I wish I could have told them yes
But I just
Alright, and now Henry comes up to the plate
He's got his bat on his back, he is ready to go
Johnson, in the wind
And deals!
Oh, low strike!
Bruno
Oh, look at the day outside, nice sunshine
Well, look what who got here (oh, Revy)
My favorite steward, it's Miss Johnson (amen)
How you doing,
His name was Robert Johnson, he was was the King of Delta Blues
His father was a stranger, all his Mama's men were new
But he wasn't meant
Johnson Flood Mississippi
Mud Black Bottom I got 'em
Lindy Hop Chop chop chop
Ch-ch-ch Charlotte Russe Turn on the juice
Hep Hep there goes
long gone?
Hey hey hey hey
They saying:
"Johnson, you the man!"
"Johnson, you the man!"
"Johnson, you the man!"
"Johnson, you the man!"
Yea!
I sold my
inch long1
He sells as fast a hog can chew his corn
It's the candy man...
All heard what sister Johnson said
She always takes a candy stick to bed
sarcophagus
Part in my blackened hearse
Generations mind the Johnson Curse
He's surprised you haven't died
There's not where that you can hide
Ancestors
Ehi
Coozy
Ehi
Da qua non mi sposto
Su dai fratè fatti un giro
Corro veloce Ben Johnson
Punto dritta all'obiettivo
Non vedo la strada frà non so più
Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante
You want to get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings,
than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante"
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
They
Kirdis Postelle
Jimmy Iovine, Steve Berman, Step Johnson
Ravid yosef, Les Scurry, Susan Hilderly
Todd Douglas, Don Robinson, Faithe, Yvette
Gayle, Jennifer
Southbound jericho parkway
Is what you call a one-way street.
At 7.20, Monday after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal
Aimed his
Hey there ladies, Johnson's free
Who got the law, who got the love to keep a man like me?
[Chorus]
I said, oh na'n'na na
When I die, don't you
There's a little girl in our neighborhood
Her name is Charlotte Johnson and she's really looking good
I had to go and see her
So I called her
On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre
Parliament's closed
Probably to lick toes
The end of Brexit
Will never come
Boris Johnson
Get rid of him
The fat imbecile
He needs to keel
Boris
Se prendi il coronavirus
Dopo piangi Loris Karius
Io non attendo responso
SC Johnson
Troppo g per un Johnson & Johnson boy
Voglio la Bayer come
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