Lyrics:
the top of the T cause they know who that be
B. Lou
Huncho
Yeah (Huh)
Yeah
Yeah (Bow)
Yeah
Let's get it (Lets do it)
Let's go (Lets roll)
B. Lou
Huncho
Get the money, get the money
Count it up, nah, it ain't funny
Get the money, get the money
B. Wells said these bars are kinda funny
Get the money,
Pockets full of salary
Can't hear what she tellin me
I paid for this i paid for that
Grateful, What you better b.
Hoppin out that vette ,
got all
a plan B.
She a SOULLL ye dat girl a SOUL REcPER.
She can't stop loving me and I'm not stopping either.
I fuck her in the bathroom and she squirt all
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rapped rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down, that's his hard time
Jack B. Nimble, what, nimble, and he was quick
a jig.
You've gotta be as busy as a bee
To be a Mister B. I. G.
And if you want some dig-dig-dignity,
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig, dig for your
Mo B. Dick:
I'm sittin in a room full of hoes with some sexy ass bodies
Smokin on the cess,playin dominoes.Ain't fuckin wit nobody
I'm scopin em out
the brown sticky nigga bout to please you
With this ketchup, watch I'll wet ya
Ain't no gettin up cause your in a mess bro
Chorus: [Mo B. Dick]
Just
Sail the tv round the swimming pool
I want my name in lights a la johnny b. goode
Be an all night loon like a ronnie wood
Don't read the writing
lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
Go Go,
a country boy named Johnny B. 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
a country boy named Johnny B. 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
B. Goode
El nunca aprendió a leer o a escribir bien
pero tocando la guitarra como todo un rey
Go go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Refrão: Os 4 Elementos a Cultura tá unida,
D.j, B. Boy, Grafite, o Mc trazendo vida!
Os 4 Elementos a Cultura tá unida,
viva o Hip-Hop Cultura e
Well! The rock-a-beatin' boogie, b. o. o. g. i. e.!
Well !, rockin' to the rhythm of the rock-a-beatin' boogie
Dancin' to the rhythm
Baby, was ist los? Ich hab doch gerade erst angefangen
B. b. b. b. b. baaaybe. Ja du machst mich so crazy!
Ne Flasche Belvedera, wir beide machen Joga
Johnny B. Goode tonight, "" yeah
Said, ""Go, go Johnny, Johnny be good""
I said, ""Go, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight, "" yeah
Said, ""Go, go Johnny,
playin a game b.
and ı'm watchin my brother lose it's shame b.
i know you better than this that's why ı'm angry.
instead of givin up you can make a plan
Ghost rider gibi DOGU B. alev içinde
No pilot uçuyoruz hepimiz yok hedef
Oh my god dedi bunu duyunca bebek
So whats up? hepsi yolunda bu gece de
lived a country boy named Johnny B. 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
a country boy named Johnny B. 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
B. met des Bombes
B. met des bombes. Rampez !
Cadeaux du ciel. Tombez !
Près des décombres. Comptez !
Manqué la cible ? Trompé ! Tant pis ! (PAN
1. Verze
Knozah` B.
Androvics doctor úr! merre van a gumi szoba?
''ha maga felépül én azt mondom tuti csoda!''
segítsen doctor kérem
lived 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
Discuss these b. b. king Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In