Lyrics:
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
to go down to John's indie disco. Same story as Friday - lots of hugging, lots of dancing etc. etc. I couldn't sleep again so went up the park to look
(Great John on the beat by the way)
For no back whens, look
Miss me once I'm gone, ain't for no back whens, nah, nah
Uh, uh, in my feelings
got to work
We stick to the streets my shell toe's Velcro
There I go wearing wool standing with scarecrow
why'all niggas barely move me
Till
body got me all excited
Drinks on me then you can be on me
Then you can see what we was made for
Turn up the radio, ready to go, John
It’s time
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
my dreams-each night it seems
You take away my blues
Ain’t no one born who looks so fine
You thrill me EVERY TIME
By Gordon Anderson and john covert
to me son, what you talkin bout?
If your third eye look then I (?) it out
Bitches fuck me barely walkin out
For a thievin ass hoe (?) mark it out
It's
you out
Somebody help him out with mouth to mouth
You to me son, what you talkin bout?
If your third eye look then I (?) it out
Bitches fuck me
at her shoes and her feets was real long
Then it hit me, oh please God no
Don't let this ho turn out to be a John Doe
He pulled a fast one on me, yo
I
at her shoes and her feets was real long
Then it hit me, oh please God no
Don't let this ho turn out to be a John Doe
He pulled a fast one on me, yo
I
what I'm wearin' all black for
For comrades who done fought without me
It's not to try and change y'all thoughts about me
Or to redirect your reports
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
See that's a little Don Juan game
All across your chest like Sean John's name
Niggas tryna figure out since Kan' came
Who the rookie of the year:
Me
me dig deep til She kum
Un
All dese niggas do is pop shit get It done
I been feeling like John wick With the guns
I been feeling like big Meech With da
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
love with me
CHORUS
By Gordon Anderson and john covert 2021
me no mind
Told the bitch play with Sega, don't play with my mind
Take DaBaby away I'm still John, that lil' nigga gon' stay on his grind
I got all
me the Grail!
ZOOT: Oh, you have suffered much! You are delirious!
GALAHAD: L-look, I have seen it! It is here, in the--
ZOOT: Sir Galahad! You
Uh, uh, uh
She don't want no scrub nigga
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, look
She said she don't want no scrub nigga
But since we
chest look like taco meat
Shit, two hammers
Make your whole crew vanish
I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras
Bitch I'm like John Wayne
Shot
than this John and junior
What you've given
How you pray
What this means
What awaits you more than John and junior
Go on
Accuse me of existing in
got some scars on me (you know)
Just gettin' started, you don't really wanna start with me
It's John Q, I would sacrifice the heart in me for family
sits in that old green chair
And he might seem weak
Cause he's not the man he used to be
But he's still John Wayne to me
When I look at him now
I still
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