Lyrics:
like John, the one who Jesus loves yea
And not John the one who loved Jesus
I lose time thinking you love me like a thesis
That I'm stuck in disbelief
Ring pon finger mek it official
Fuck pon di surficial
Love when u suck e john weh bigger dan buckingham palace
Wine pon me buddy while me load up me
the same
For the first is just the last one when you play a deadly game
It's about time we realize it we're all in this together
It's about time we find out
a John Wayne movie
To remind us once again
Better drink yer glasses empty now
It's time to hit the line
You got one less cause in the world
To be leaving
G.I. Joe, hold ya head
I feel ya struggle and I love you, let me roll this press-sure
And smoke instead. Might drink and hear my lec-tures
I be talking
love you, baby
Say they don't love you like I love you, baby
You know your baby out here eatin' like it's Jimmy John's
Bad bitch, she an angel, but be
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
Opened up my kundalini
Manifest with no damn genie
Bitches always want a freebie
I'm John Cena you can't see me
Opened up my kundalini
Manifest with
champion, a hand to hold your pretty hand in.
Darlin' companion, now you know you'll never be abandoned.
Love will always light our landin', I can depend
of flavors
I'm Keanu Speed I can't stop can't wait up
I'm Keanu Reeves pick a John Wick or a Matrix
Girl I got that D
I know you tryna lay up
Girl all eyes
By John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Recorded live at the Budokan, Tokyo, Japan
"Okay, like to do a number for you that I did a long time ago and it's
He said, me and Melissa, well we fell out of love.
We ran out of luck seems like lightning struck.
I've been thinking of leaving
But I can't raise
the air
One time for the westside, westside, let me see them
Hands up in the air, the air (what? D-Town)
And two times if you love G.O.O.D. Music
Hands
the air
One time for the westside, westside, let me see them
Hands up in the air, the air (what? D-Town)
And two times if you love G.O.O.D. Music
Hands
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
with me
You can
Hang up your raps now or hang in a choke
I'd rather
Hang by my neck than hang because of my throat
New York City in the building nigga
dominate)
(I deserve love, you deserve love, we deserve love, I am in love)
Pieces together
I am the glue when John Doe breaks your glassy bones straight
by my code
Said that you love me I know you the villain
Said that you red but you green like a melon
Said that you're gone but it ain't no telling
she was Mary Hamilton
And lover of John Riley
And the maid of constant sorrow
And the mother of the doomed Geordie
One day by the banks
All I got is me, myself, and I, yeah
Yeah, bitch, me, myself, and I
(Section 8 Taliban, yeah)
Everythin' 1K, you know that (that boy Cas)
All I
a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts
Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
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