Lyrics:
to bring on the Johnny I'm getting it quick
She wanna have it, she getting it
Fuck all night
She said that today she just wanna be friends
We talk for
Johnny Dang
I was taught to go and get it bag, now watch me do my thing
People talk, but I don't give a fuck, most these niggas lame
Most of these niggas
The only thing that I wanna do is stack my bread and stay quiet, I be stayin' in my house I don't talk, I keep it silent
When I pull out that strap,
niggas off the map
Next time we bending niggas blocks, head taps, we givin' out
Robbed his crib for 12 bowls , ain't shit to run inside your house
Opps
a panorama photo (ayy)
I built a deck around the house and then I painted it
Didn't like the kitchen so I renovated it
After Johnny's little league, hit
steal (grippin' my steal),
My Tahoe real, man, I'm workin' wood wheel.
Sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille),
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Countin'
around with a faceless Johnny
Johnny please, Johnny please,
Listen to me boy
Sometimes she did not show
And you have to walk around like there's
Dolce on my belt (Designer)
I'm the golden ticket, bitch
I feel like Johnny Depp (Johnny Depp)
Now this bitch on her knees (Knees)
She on molly water,
at the ball
I spy Henry Hall
Henry Hall in his house
I spy Mickey Mouse
Mickey Mouse in his cradle
I spy Betty Grable
Betty Grable is a star
S-T-A-R
known by the name of auld Johnny Dhu
Of all the trades a going, begging is the best
When a man gets tired he can sit down and rest
Singin' for his
And that's why your sitting there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't going to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watching Johnny Carson
to me, he said
"Johnny, ain't got no place to stay"
I said, "Yes, man, come to my house"
I get you a place to stay, and a bed to sleep in
That I
The shutters are cracked and dry now,
And the roof lets the rain seep in;
The old four walls are ready to fall,
And the sign reads, "This House
with Johnny Carson know as use at a jam
So to hell with Ed McMahon & Tom McCan
J-Ski is the box, farmers is the street
Sounding hungry over beats
a mansion to a trap house
Yeah, watch me turn a dime to a hunnid racks
Yeah, watch me turn a princess into gnat
Yeah, Adderall's got me geeked don't wanna
Ol' Johnny's got a heart of gold
Ask anyone around here
But some nights his eyes are far away
And filled with tears
Sweet Mary Lou's just as good
If Heaven was a house
Would it be a mansion?
Cause it ain't what I imagine
When I close my eyes
I see a little fence
White picket with a front porch
Johnny want to be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money, buy a fancy car
Big old house and an alligator
Just to match
Tear the blouse off like Hulk Hogan
When she walk up in the house slam it Hulk Hogan
Tryna run another round like Hulk Hogan
Championship bound like
house
They all in your house
Still outside with it totin' hunnid rounds
My niggas ruthless wit da choppas
they a hunt you down
Wit' sum real life flockers
Bitch tryna drop my down
Go skrtada tudada pow
Those foes wanna chop me out
Nobody gonna stop me now
Anh em rolling in the house
Take em haters down
Shoot at my mama house, he wrong for that
Shoot at my mama house, he wrong for that
Shot at my mama house, he wrong for that
How he ain't wrong for
Ayy, ayy, ayy the loud got me hurt like ouch
I be dropping my phone and shit
What, yeah, run up in your house
(Run up in yo house) ronny J, listen up
trip, ego trip
Taking a train to the ego trip)
POS: Johnny fever, I won't catch
I'm Mr shockin' body rockin' finger
Pop I never stop
That means I run it
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