Lyrics:
better keep your feelings at bay
Or honey you gonna pay
I'm an outlaw
Bad Leroy Brown
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town
I get my lovin'
won't you hang on for a minute hey now cowboy won't you stay. John Wayne, all the the ones are gone, John Wayne, you should have taught them all, about
leave your mark
You can't follow like a bunch of sheep
You got to listen to your heart
Go bustin' in like old John Wayne
Sometimes you got to go against
John Wayne quand j'shoot boy
Fuck une assist
Faut que je vive boy
Pas que j'assiste
J'vibe beaucoup jamais je m'applique
Un call on rapplique
Je vide
Cauh
I'm on a race for love
Like Whitney, Lorena Bobbitt
Some nigga bitches cuz
Call Kenneth for defendant
We work the system bruh
I'm in it, not within
bicycle
Bicycle bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want a bicycle race
Hey
You say coke I say caine
You say John I say Wayne
Hot dog I say cool it man
I
And killing them John Wayne now children
My time came up here as fast as a leer
I dare without a fear
They try to box me out square
I ran circles around them
Yippee yippee ki ye
Just like F John wayne
With the guns blazing ah ah (Forty-fives blazing ah ah)
Yippee yippee ki ye
Just another run away
Now I’m
Never liked Statham's smugness
I'm not rich like Bruce Wayne
But I've worn some cuts and bruises
And I hate getting on airplanes
You know the time
to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis
And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair
Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
without that Bakersfield sound
Like the Rio Grande without a border town
If I didn't have you nothing'd be same
Like the Wild Wild West without John Wayne
Blu-Ray)
Una 30 y 12 pa' borrarte la face
(Pa' borrarte la face)
Y tengo a tu puta vestida en Balmain
(Balmain)
Te disparo en la barriga como Lil Wayne
(Lil
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square
Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
You've been looking for a big change
Just a little bit more space
You've been waiting on some bighearted John Wayne
To pick you up and just ride away
John Wayne was always bald
And he had a woman's name
Valentino was a momma's boy
He cried in his tent all night long
And Harry Truman finally
Dropped
Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we coming
Boy, we get it popping, we ain't saving hoes, we
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square
Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
I walk in the bih like I'm mahfucking
John Wayne and shit
Two sticks, two pipes ona nigga
Lesgo
I walk in this bitch like I'm John Wayne
Don't worry
to Larry Hoover. Shout out to Big Meech
Shout out to Bunky Brown. Shout out to Fish Grease
Shout out to Falcon. Shout out to Big Ba
Shout out to John Doe.
like a polar pop
Pills now I'm older
Spin wheels when I'm sober
Uh, Stressed to Death
I got that brain problem, the brain goblin, the Lorena Bobbitt
who is to blame
i say the image of john wayne
dont let the witeman tongue fool u
dont let his paper cool u
dont let his fire water get u down
from his classroom
Roll another 40, make them scream
Gonna show you how we do things
In my hood
Tripping and a-tripping, erase all tapes
John
the top off
Shooting off some pop rocks we lethal oh
3 to the brain 3 suedes white as snow
Shoot em John Wayne no bat nana roll
Empty my clip disappear into
from
But just this life and then you're done
If John Wayne were President
Only for a day
He would blow them all away
Bitch and complain
Till you drive
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