Lyrics:
on a three-day run.
Johnny's got his guitar hanging out the trunk.
Billy's on the floorboard, I
Think he's still drunk; long road ahead, but already having fun.
Authentic, fuck a vouch
My losses made me stronger
Nigga...
Hook:
Yea i like the pussy that dont mean im really cuffin that bitch
She the type to fuck
kickin back
Smokin a fat sac of Marijuana
We?ll be together forever
That?s what she promised me
The only breakin up we do
Is when we breakin up the weed
Black, Them Black Hearts,
That ABH is so 5Star
Hook me up with some caviar and them brass guitars
I just wanna make music baby
Love ya if you listen
Braille, to Johnny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Braille, to Johnny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
in the rap game was about 17
ct 21, I met Chill Brothers big up to Johnny King
Big up Mike Diamonds and the brothers
Rocking up studio hours just
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
a smile on me
Played with Guns n' Roses by the time that I was 23
Yes, there ain't no rock n' roller alive that was rock n' rollin' enough for me
Yeah,
Prod Makes Music
I'm Prod by the way
They be loving me cause I'm a rockstar
One of a kind fam I'm a lonestar
Drifting around do it like it's Nascar
Joe grew up in a little town named Staunton
Lived his whole life by the bayou
All he had was a dog named Samson
Is he coming through? O he ain't
sun sanshi
Waka nikeyi ban bachi
Hook me up kasan na dache
Yawa neh bani nanaye
(Ayyyy bani nanaye)
I be fuck boy to the girls them know banana! ...
Me
And serving face I am a savage
Nigga want me by his side
But see I got three mouths to feed
I'm on a hustle for this green
Like my name is Johnny Apple seed
to make the hip hop purists tense up
Sure it's ten bucks to come and see me at a show
But when I stage dive into Jell-O, you won't care about the dough
and LIFE wouldn't let him die. Well Count Basie opened up that magazine to page 30, he threw at me and he walked away, I said, ""Oh man, that's Count Basie,
looked me in the eye
Took me by the hand and she said to my surprise
She says I'm like a country song
The kind that makes you wanna sing along
Windows down
the cheapest, greenest marijauna
Help me sew up each and every corner
My workers sold weed, my other workers sold boy
I'm tryin to flip that new fansome Rolls
a Glock in the car
Thirty-five, baby, I tied on my arm
What's all rough with me like I'm playing the guitar
Fifty-seven hundred's my niggas, we cannon
We
like sinuses Is
Make my riches talk we play Simon Says
Catch me wit some twins guess I'm Johnny Test
But don't test me bitch
Don't tempt me bitch
Up too
and diamond rings
Hook me up with Johnny Dang
Down in Houston chasing fame
I know what I’m posta do
Money, hoes ain’t nothing new
9/11 midnight blue
At 3 AM
the hook like Johnny Cage
My brotha keep a nuggie in the clip so he can light the way
I'm tryna cop a benzo
Got yo hoe up in my friend zone
And she suckin
for me
We should be fruitful, let us multiply, Baby
Tonight I just don't wanna fuck
If it's alight let's switch it up
Hook:
Can we make love?
And have
turned me to a man had to do by my self
I was cutting up the sheets used the string for a belt
All that shit it mad me stron knocked a few niggas out
We
With shit that make me pace in my room until I rip the carpet
I'm fit to start up this next millennium
Swingin' the grappling hook at cackling crooks
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