Lyrics:
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I'm rugged like John Wayne, tough like leather
You're seeing what your getting from my boots to the brim of my hat
And I've never been the type
it
(ON THE KODE)
I had to step in the ball game
Had to pull up my shorts
Tie the Drawstring
Got that aim when I shoot like I'm John Wayne
Line em up
aim you can call me john wayne
I'm still getting paid on that block
I was raised on
Neighborhood watch
Gotta watch out for that backdoor
They want me
Too much I'm feeling it Imma go villain and murder the beat like John Wayne Gacy
I ain't go cap in my raps and I'm slimming it down for you fuckers I
Dallas
But I don't see a single callous on those hands
Might be a good looking man
But he's no cowboy
No John Wayne taking me home on the range
like a glass of cold lemonade
I will do the laundry
If you pay all the bills
Where is my John Wayne?
Where is my prairie song?
Where is my
was a raper
Werner Boost
And John Wayne Glover
Dr. Thomas, did a number
Billy Bonin Freeway Killer
Johnny Scripps, tourist spiller
Timothy Spencer,
I wanna be a cowboy
But I sleep too late
I stayed up all night
Watching Walmart fights on my phone
I wanna be your John Wayne
I wanna be your
college feel your back and knees
Baby am gonna be crazy
Living like a John Wayne
Baby am gonna be crazy
Live another life
Everyday dreams everyday endless
tanto.
Ya veré como seguiré.
Me la paso viendo pelis de John Wayne.
Este mes sobreviviré.
Esta noche sobreviviré.
A veces pienso tanto,
Que pensar
a brand new golfing bag
We gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne movie
Then we gonna free all the doggies at the kennel
She gonna try on my third grade
Chop a block
Cuz a hitta be throwing fades
I’ll take Adams rib playing the part like I’m David Wayne (David Wayne)
Bruce Wayne
Cut the lights and I’ll
lil hoe she Fronting
Too strong, lil hoe calling me daddy Like lil Wayne you know that I'm Stunting
Said I got boots on I ain't talking no Timbs, they
WAYNE:
Excuse me... are you John Zykowsky?
GRUB:
No, that's the guy behind the bar... Tank, this dude wants you.
TANK:
Hey, what can I get ya?
Every time there's a story,
I turn around, you're turning into John Wayne,
You're turning into John Wayne,
Now here's a grey Scottish theory,
Have you
your Vietnam
A war you couldn't win but John Wayne can
You know that I was there
Your man on the moon
Depression ends for now
But will be back soon
Eldorado, vielleicht mit dir
Eldorado, ich träum' schon lang
Von dir und heißem Wüstensand
Am Lagerfeuer, so wie John Wayne
Den Sonnenaufgang zu sehen
staring at my idle hands
Maybe I could've done something
Maybe I could've made a difference
John Wayne with a God complex tells me to buy a gun
Like
been blind faith
From my point of view
Baby, he's got to be crazy
Living like he's John Wayne
Always facing the world, a-chasing the girl
Baby,
Cause we makin big scrilla and nigga that's on the reala
The 2000 John Wayne bustin brains bringin pain
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
What 2001, 2002, 2003
John
def with the twentys out so nigga you besta bounce
Cause we makin big scrilla and nigga that's on the reala
The 2000 John Wayne bustin brains bringin
won't make a lick of difference because we've got the bombs, okay?! John Wayne's not dead - he's frozen. And as
soon as we find the cure for cancer we're
Standing like John Wayne
She is full framed
She is center stage
And my imagination is
Rattling in its cage
I didn't really notice
When
jeune auteur, un peu ringard,
?crit un truc qui obtiendra dix-huit Oscars.
Le vieux John Wayne à Beverley devant son verre
Se fait projeter une fois
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