Lyrics:
father,
we bless your name
Lord Jesus angels Johnson all to you on the shout.
That's why we leave the voice of Jesus.
Okay holy all I hope you are.
Johnson
Dudes needed work I assist like Magic Johnson
Before rap my name was ringing in the projects
We took the block and props of every gram cooked
Johnson Flood Mississippi
Mud Black Bottom I got 'em
Lindy Hop Chop chop chop
Ch-ch-ch Charlotte Russe Turn on the juice
Hep Hep there goes
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
Sam Johnson
I'm in love with you
Your face your smile
Shiny from a mile away
Today I'm singing for you
Sam Johnson I choose you
You were the blonde
on thirty-three
I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty-five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson
Johnson Flood Mississippi
Mud Black Bottom I got 'em
Lindy Hop Chop chop chop
Ch-ch-ch Charlotte Russe Turn on the juice
Hep Hep there goes
to Bobby Johnson's field
The HUB City's heartbeat's strong and true
Toby Barker's vision, shaping a city's dream
Where arts and sports and spirited streams
Johnson Flood Mississippi
Mud Black Bottom I got 'em
Lindy Hop Chop chop chop
Ch-ch-ch Charlotte Russe Turn on the juice
Hep Hep there goes
where the uhh, Howard Johnson rest?
[E] Yeah Howard Johnsons, Motel 6, anywhere
[E] We can freak them hoes in the car Keith, yeah
Johnson didn't ruin shit, you did
Jar Jar Binks didn't ruin Star Wars you did
And Kylo Ren didn't ruin Star Wars you did
With your toxic fandom acting like
Has Boris Johnson ever abused
The things he was given by the people he used?
As he climbed up to the top of that hill
To find himself at the foot
Aye
I'll get a nigga knocked off
Boy you ain't real nigga you a knock off
Dwayne Johnson, I'm just tryna get the rock off
Come and get it right now
(Woo) bitch Magic Johnson
Pull up I gave her that Magic Johnson
Yeah, I'm in the kitchen
Bitch it's Young Gravy
I splash like I'm Pippen
matter what you are
A boy, a girl or something in between
We can meet under Magic Johnson
Kiss under Kareem and then walk down to the con
We can meet
her Gent, to live at my expense
I can't live my life with this noose around my neck
Dr John Johnson, please, don't keep this noose around my neck
For
Johnson Flood Mississippi
Mud Black Bottom I got 'em
Lindy Hop Chop chop chop
Ch-ch-ch Charlotte Russe Turn on the juice
Hep Hep there goes
sulle tue carte
E non ci pensano
Non mi toccano
No non mi fottono
Corro forte Michael Johnson
Arriverò dove nessuno è stato
Ma il tempo è contato
E
boo
What other niggas can do
Me i do am times 2
I go look decent for you
Barb akpari for you
No go let another person
Con da play with my mercy johnson
I've been thinking about ky
Grandma's cooking feels the morning air
Blue birds are picking at the berries
Ole man johnson's laying on his horn
If I
Scott Johnson, even mourned his death
But the more I dug up the worse these people gotten
I'm not gonna gonna go into details, but they weren't good
and a Jack Johnson tune
Like knowing everybody in the room
It's easy, it's smooth
It's like lemonade in the afternoon
Stirring sugar with a silver spoon
It's
up a star supersonics, street enomics foes try ta cope it, flows heavy boy, u cant stop it
Lucky luciano... bumpy johnson
Johnson Flood Mississippi
Mud Black Bottom I got 'em
Lindy Hop Chop chop chop
Ch-ch-ch Charlotte Russe Turn on the juice
Hep Hep there goes
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