Lyrics:
Johnny was a rocker in a rock'n'roll band
Johnny was fucking all over town
Johnny was a rocker in a rock'n'roll band
Johnny was a rocker in
Lil' Johnny or lil' John?
Lil' Johnny, you're lil' Johnny
Lil' Jah, yeah lil' Jah
Lil' Jah? Yeah i'm lilttle Jah
Do you really wanna fuck with me
want to study
Even if na another country
Johnny go UK him go overseas
Cause him no anybody to come dey over-see
His activities, he wants to be his own
Like Johnny Cash now, you know I feel like Johnny Cash
Like Johnny Cash now, you know I feel like Johnny Cash
Like Johnny Cash now, you know I feel like
act wore thin and she saw right through
And guess who was on the other side
I hate to tell ya
Sorry Johnny
But the girl's with me now
Sorry Johnny
Hi my names Ryan
We got JOHNNY FINE$$E in the booth you feel me
(Cris Dinero on the track)
Yuh aye
Johnny jugg like johnny jugg
Bitch FINE$$E
Shit kijk naar Johnny
Die man is fris z'n zak is gevuld hij voelt zich goed
Hij komt bij de kapper betaalt nu dubbel die man heeft floes
Maar hij is
Oh, it's round two, ain't it
Hold up, yella
Hold up
It's Towerz
Swisha house, yella
It's Royal Towerz
Oh, man, we at TV Johnny this time, nigga
My
none
He came home too drunk from mixin' Tanqueray and wine
He got a gun, shot a night clerk, now they call him Johnny 99
Down in the part of town
Johnny Thunder lives on water, feeds on lightning
Johnny Thunder don't need no one, don't want money
And all the people of the town, they can't get
Johnny Thunder lives on water, feeds on lightning.
Johnny Thunder don't need no one, don't want money.
And all the people of the town,
They
a country boy named Johnny B. Good
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringing a bell
[Chorus]
Go,
Johnny Thunder lives on water, feeds on lightning
Johnny Thunder don't need no one, don't want money
And all the people of the town
They can't get
none
He came home too drunk from mixin' Tanqueray and wine
He got a gun, shot a night clerk, now they call him Johnny 99
Down in the part of town
Bitch I feel like Johnny Dang
All this ice around my chain (All this ice)
Bitch I feel like Johnny Dang
All this gold my pinky rang (Blang, blang)
Johnny, tu n'es pas un ange.
Ne crois pas que ça m'dérange.
Jour et nuit, je pense à toi.
Toi, tu te souviens de moi
Au moment où ça t'arrange
Et
João Roberto era o maioral
O nosso Johnny era um cara legal
Ele tinha um Opala metálico azul
Era o rei dos pegas na Asa Sul
E em todo lugar
Where lives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like
Where lives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go
There's no hope for me, see??
My path has been chosen I'm Johnny be
Johnny be, how much there is to see
Just open your eyes, and listen to me
Straight
crying, baby he's crying
Mama goes dying,
It's mama for a baby trade
It's a long cold train, papa's in pain
Johnny's been thinking about the story 'bout
a country boy named Johnny be Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell
Go go go Johnny go
the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna made some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye,
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