Lyrics:
Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library
Readin Malcolm's, "Any Means Necessary"
John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
So nice like New York they had
(Holla Holla)
Tonight It's party time
It's party time tonight (John D)
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight
Check this out!
A lot of hip
Have mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on you
I have no place to stay
And my bones are cold right through
I will tell you a story
Of a man and his
out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out "Sir Too $hort" (Sir Too $hort!)
Don't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!)
And it's just
screaming as she plummets
Beelzebub welcomes her as on her face he vomits
On her face he vomits
Beelzebub welcome sir as on her face he vomits
John
Have mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on you
I have no place to stay
And my bones are cold right through
I will tell you a story
Of a man
Have mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on you
I have no place to stay
And my bones are cold right through
I will tell you a story
Of a man
out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out "Sir Too $hort" (Sir Too $hort!)
Don't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!)
And it's just
on man, stop it
Big Lo, thank you for your time sir
Intertwined with the rhyme sir
Curvature of my pen
Sendin' vents to your timeshure
This is for life sir
If you come and marry me!
No kind sir,
I've pledge my love and soon I'll say I do,
I settled on my true love john
so I cannot marry you
Wil tur ai
done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains
And now we brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes sir
I said the days of the geechee is over
I came
you love Jesus
Do you love Jesus
Do you love Jesus
Do you love Jesus
Do you love Jesus
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Do you love Jesus
Let's go to John
Fourteen
Oh v12. Fuck 12
Magic make 'em trip (Yes sir)
Magic make 'em dip (Of course)
Magic make 'em flip (Dawg for real)
Magic make 'em whip (Get whipping)
Unrelated
Bro, bro
Yo, news feed coming like a tide (Yup)
Can't drown me, no sir, I glide
Paradise, we could make a round trip
No whip, feet up,
standin' up
Out here lookin' through the window
Now and I don't see anything
I don't wanna go outside
Jesus Christ!
You better
John, Zia
Sir, hello?
Get
How are you
Fine sir
Ehn
Fine sir
How are you
I'm getting fine sir
How are you
I'm fine sir
You're a bad boy
You're a bad boy
Now tell me
Who got
John Adams:
All right, gentlemen, let's get on with it
Which of us will write our Declaration of Independence?
Mr. Adams, I say you should write
yunusayin? They drivin around in
hot cars, yunusayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit.
(Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language.)
the party
Like Whoa Versace
John West we busting guns but nigga we is childish
If I get tha ghost please sir hold the mileage
Aww don't hate upon your boy my
the bedroom on you girl,
Oh my, you're mine, I'm King St. John Divine
unhealthy queen
who's the queen of town?
Rain rain
rain the walls
Joan Miro's way
Poor little John, Votta-helluva fella
Keeping watch with a few on his arm
First to call out, "10 minutes ‘til classes!"
And if you’re late, to sound
Gilbert
Nurture beasts like Buffalo Bill
He puts the lotion on the tracks
Seven continents and notions on his back
I attack the block as if I'm John
The Game!
Triple “3”-Never “P”, Pedigreed TOP Dog Claim's!
Nicotine Fiends Say “YOU-Can-Sir” BE The BLcZER!
Slit Slice TO Poison Life, My Edge IS Sharp RcZOR!
mssoussa
Trauma fiya khlat impact
Fuck the past bitch i don't wanna get back
Mkntich hdaya blama tssna nji hdak
Deba sir bhalk
Hadchi kiteawd yeah
Baghi
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