Lyrics:
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
patty, took a shower
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Hitting threes you mad?
Nigga please
I got black sage, Johnny Cage, diamonds not today
Pay
die Charts
Von der Waage in die Packs, nenn mich Junior Johnny Cash
Meine Entourage, innerer Kreis ziehen los zum Beute machen
Hör nicht auf zu
I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Draggin' the record industry by my
to blue, yodel number one
We love Hank and Lefty
Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, and Johnny Cash
But if we had to pin point
The start of who we are
Or who we go
Cracked windshield that I super-glued
Crumpled-up cans and a beat up bag of Red Man chew
Fix-a-flat, Johnny Cash box set
Half a dozen parking
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
vyhořelý palivo
Kdybys byl bůh, tak bys miloval rap
Ale ty si lhář a děláš pop
Vyrábíš mrdku, potřebuješ cash
Prodáváš blbcům naleštěnou lež
Jde mi
trynna get by
Day to day struggling with shit so you get high
And staying drunk on the regular
Talking dope talk on your cellular
But in this game
on a strip
Stock a hundred mill as a mothafucking grip
Johnny Hancock, ten milli off the rip
Shawty brought her friends off the rip
Bitches bust it open,
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
When I count that cash feel like ginobili cause my money tall[00:15.61]When I count that cash feel like ginobili cause my money tall[00:18.70]Had
OxyContin white as Seth McFarland
To push on Baltimore blocks like Johnny Ogden
Far too often cash "In Living Color" coming in
So Uncle Sam crack that whip,
on the dash
Murdered out stang
Man in black, Johnny Cash
Pedal to the floor
Gave that bitch whiplash
She so bad, she some fun
Her Onlyfans be her income
Yeah, Spin Rich, Famous, Johnny Rocks, and uh, Leggo
Glass of Moscato, that's what's happenin
Costa Bella bottle, all about the banjo dance
Got my
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uh
For them niggas that be Johnny Dangerous
When they be fuckin'
names like Johnny Cash
And Ernest Tubb and I bet you'll find that
We're gonna relax you
Sit back and listen to "North to Alaska"
And if you ever come in
still setting up shop
I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife
Gripping a bag tight while y'all living a mad life
I chase down niggas, shake down
the one that got away
The one that got away
I was June and you were my johnny cash
Never one without the other we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss
the Ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for why'all to achieve it
Cause I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash
Johnny cut his hair, now he looks like a punk
With buttons pinned all over his clothes
He got all the albums by the be-52
Sometimes he's a one man
fucking dab
Aye, choppers by my side you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I been dressed in all black
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