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I pour the Johnny Walker in the studio
Call up Rubio told em book a session
I’m a chemist in the studio
Told them they’ll regret it
Give me a credit,

fuck with Bill Cosby, aye
Bitch I'm balling Johnny Sins
Rick Owens on my shins
Buy another pint of purp
Pussy boy give your ins
I'm in it (yeah, holdup)

Summertime

DJ Luis

Hustle Music, Vol. 18

Swangin' through the south side last night baby
You know that I was coming from my trap (From my trap)
Accompanied by a couple sexy ladies

Haters

Big T

3rd Coast Finest, Vol. 1

2000

about are money
Down south we get are piece made by johnny
Down south we like to swang on glass
If you want to sixteen you better bring my cash
I'm

What do ya, what do ya want for me
Can't tell if I'm walkin' on land or sea
I can take you higher way beyond the clouds
Angels workin' overtime

Atkins and Johnny Cash too
Ben's been known to sing Home Of The Blues
I tell you just ain't much that he can't do
He's got an old cabin way back in

by your walk
His body lined up in chalk
I'm Running shit I'm the boss
Wrist in the pot
Yea hip in the pot
That little Bitch is a thot
She just might

go sit back on your patio
It's Zack, mr show these lost fools the way to go
Since92 i put it into my brand 
Shrug life I live in indifferent land
And I

the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown

The underground stoned fuckin pimp

With tracks that mack and slap back the whack

Never get in the way, I don't

said I can't, because I ain't got no car
So here's your cards, deal with them, while I deal with mine
Military time, 18, a 50, and nine
Johnny walked

until I die 
This might be your final warning
I'm on fire, I'm Johnny Storming 
In the booth, I stay recording 
Lowkey they stay adoring 
Rollie on, it

, won’t you drive through
Yeah, yeah we got plenty of seats
Instead of feelin’ some way, won’t you fill up your plate
Yeah, yeah we got plenty to feast (Mm

down through the alley throw the blunt out 
Cause them johnnies on yo ass cause you 11 smoking loud
Can't get caught by 12 now gotta bail out 
2013 my

dad, leans back in thought,
Prays to God: “Let my son be taught,
He's so impressed with the strength of man,
Help me point him to Your Son's strong

eat it
And I can't leave these beats alone cause you know I'm go bleed it
So check my background
If you ever hated me I'm on your ass now
I got carbons

standing guard since the dawn of time
Rising up above the land
As if placed by God's own hand
Draped in oaks, mountain laurel, and the pines

Now, Ol' Man

to the coffin 
Ain't cap with the hammer 
Take you right out 
Ima hang you like banners 

Katana, katana 
Scar to your face like I'm Tony Montana  
The way that

Pull that
Then he...
I'm switching flows like tides and waves
I'm dripping hard like Johnny Dang
The way she tops me off insane
I'm stretching toes, they

I did a number on this one
It's gon' get me looks
I go to Johnny to run up the stats
Ain't no payola but that's how it look
My dog on a addy, I'm so

Yeah I came a long way went from couch surfing
To house surfin to crowd surfing
It took a minute but now it's curtains
It ain't fair look at all

It's 1900
Windows stay tinted, my gang stay winning
Push up with Josi, we touchin' your city
And we makin' money, come in by the minute
These hoe

Johnny Utah throw
No way I can improve my flow
I two-step with a dip like a DooWop bro
Man, I been through a lot that you do not know
My smoke trail longer

Put 'em back, hold up
Like the 8, hold up
Fuck this pill, hold up
Get 'em back, hold up
Best dress
Nigga fresh
Don't risk your stakes
Tell what you

be by power
Cuz this worlds' too evil
Son no no way
Create you, Too crazy
They gon focus you on dollars
Im versatile, Too versatile
Versatile,