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Estrelas na sintura
Eu acho que isso vem do johnny Dang
Money em casa
Aqui não há bank
Haters mandam diss
What a f*ck
Eu só quero cash
Hey Russ
Nós
willie, johnny cash and lefty
Down with a sunset in mind.
No he ain't one to try to hide it
He's a southern man with southern pride
That ridge runner
proud of my roots|Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed|I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak||We got redneck women driving ATV's|Wearing
came from Johnny Dang
Air it out on the freeway, double R, nigga, it not a thang
Three thousand cash for these buffets, dark frames like Johnny Cage
stepped on a bottle that was dropped by a fool
, He said friend, we'll recycle for cash, clean up the place and throw away the trash
So he did, now
The moral of the cash, I blow it
(cash, I blow nigga)
The moral of the X, I pop an E (I pop flats)
The moral of these niggas
They act like a lot of me
(these
will mash
If you ain’t got that jukebox on Johnny Cash
Well, a redneck loves his truck, loves his woman, loves to shoot a buck
Four by fours slinging
makin' payments
For the dues that must be paid
I cash another song
Into this endless masquerade
Halfway through the circuit
And headed for the coast
where to hide
I see his smiley face that makes me wanna cry
What was I thinking? 'Cause all we did was fight
Don't you ever dare to wear my Johnny Cash
We celebrate, tailgatin'
Country boy to the heart
Strike me down if I'm lyin'
Yeah, I get cash, Johnny Cash, I be walkin' the line
And yeah they
drinking Stillhouses by the red cup
I count a million cash, then say "Bless up"
I'm poppin' right now, fuck a next up (ayy)
I don't know, it just came
(2, 1!,1!,1!,1!)
[Chorus]
[Wyclef Jean]
Check my country swagger
Check it
I dress in black
Like the late Johnny Cash
Snatch more cash
the moolah, that cash cow
Dripping like Jheri curl juice, letting my soul glow trick
Talkin to Johnny boys, that is a no-no trick
Treating the bag like it was
you got your deal
These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch
My gear clean, from
What they mad for? (They mad)
It don't add up (yeah)
I need cash, bruh (that bag)
Yeah, that bag up (yeah)
I get mad love (gang)
They be like,
rollin' routine
It's a process, and yet it comes guaranteed, by me (by who?)
Motherfuckin' Johnny Richter
If you lay on the work then call me Johnny
(whole dick)
Yeah, real big drip (watch out, don't slip)
Lick on the tip (bitch, speak up)
She got big titties, no milk (cash cow)
We meet in bedroom
lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (Gun blast)
'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug
Runnin' from cops out
I gotta problem with greed
I swear I always take more than I need
No we are not the same breed
I stand under opf that is the creed
Chosen by God yes
(ooh-whoa-ooh)
Taking off for that cash like torpedo (yeah)
And your pockets too tight just like a Speedo (ayy)
I already got a lot, what I need more for?
Blacked out, like it was in 1968
Like Johnny Cash any given day
Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang
Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart
she says to me
"I hear you like Johnny Cash, I like Johnny Cash as well"
So I smile and I'm like, "Oh man, yeah that's great, he's great
Do you know
a gun à cabeça, 'you only see the cash', se eu
Tou na prisa não há sentença, gigs à Johnny Cash
Feats agora? Peste. Convite não falta, men
P'ra vós tudo é
Black dots on the skin call me Cash Cow
Tap out now, cause I'm bout to lash out
All the actors on the Purge put the cash down
Didn't matter bout
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