Lyrics:
R.E.P BIG PUN
Parapluie en été, j'éblouis le sun
On fume, eux ils ont pris le seum (On fume, eux ils ont pris le seum)
Ça cogne la prod, mais je reste
Bottom text
Your bitch do want sex
Bust all in her mouth and she asking me what's next
Big checks
I won't love an ex
This prod by Huntaps so you know
Yours
My tracks is Better Than Yours
Just Blaze tracks is Better Than Yours
You can have one but we all gonna
Chargeaw
Plain Pat What Up? Big John
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
Got fake J's yeah that's for sure
Like your songs you're just a joke
After this you'll be a ghost
John, your music's trash
No thoughts man, that's
Slim's, Rakim's
Drake flows, J Cole's, Pac's, BIG's
The Kanye's, Conway's (The Butcher Coming) Doc Dre's
Royce, 50, Wayne, Jay, Kendrick, Busta and Andre
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my
reunions, I want to proudly pronounce my bloodline traces back to John J. Thomas, who was born on November 5, 1876, and Lula F. Edwards Thomas, who was born
Honey by side pouring Henny till it's too many
Big Timers Big Ben y'all watch me in any season
Summer time flow hotter than time with any demon
Time
to sign that script
When the pen get gripped
"Tales from the Crypt"
Constrict like a python
Emcee's be by gone's
Write gospels according to John
Im the shit
that werk that's great hustle
Cartier shades she way too smooth
Class on a milli by the way she move
Racks on Racks got em chillin on the shelf
Jimmy
hold me back I
(Keep a heater by the big dog)
I never wanna hold you back I
(A nigga gotta get this dough)
I just wanna live my life, live my life, Live
She said, "Ain't that that damn
movie by John Wayne?"
Rapping to this bitch with a redneck,a redneck, a chicken ass redneck,
a bubbly bitch with
fight
Cause my diamonds bright
Yeah they vv
They be hating wanna be me
Im John Cena you cant see me
V12 roaring Lamborghini
Big blunt blowing like im
[Intro]
Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock man
DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla
J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy!
Ya heard? we back -
talkin' 'bout Rolls Royces nigga, what else woe?
Dope dick, back seat, front seat
Since I came in the game, you niggas philosophies changed
J
Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
J be the 'cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spitting clips at your face
We started from the bottom
You'll see beg
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go)
Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
wow
Vodka is talking ima burn right down
On the John since the first case filed
Häagen-Dazs finna stir right round
I been known to get better wit time
And went looking for the John
I found Jon Osterman, John Carter
And J'onn J'onzz and his bride
But I couldn't find a toilet
So I had to go outside
As I
she gon drop it
Inbound it pass it to my niggas J Bird John Stockton
Smooth Jazz to me ears nigga stop it leave me alone
I post bail deliver mail
the greatest of Hip Hop
Imma a Rakim-Nas a Pun-J or a Big PAC
I'm talking bout the GOATs all the way at the tip top
The Eminem Street-Young-Money Kendrick-Lox
humini, see
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy
Little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's almost if the things are real and a
He's the man
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