Lyrics:
year old boy
And you have a date with death
So long, John
Yuh, aye
I'ma kill, all your blood will spill
I'ma kill, I'ma kill, all your blood will
got holes full of pythons
Pink on a bastard that Cameron
Squad got the dip in they Long John's
Plenty tried stunting on gang they was dead wrong
Leech
Captain Long John Silver, I'm gonna reel 'em in
Got on goat fur, cream color coat from Burberry's Den
I'm a monster with a nice watch on, name not Ben 10
up, yellow stones lid it Up
Long Johns (siggaz) tuck, it's the kid nigga What
Some of ya rap niggas is girls
On my dick yapping, flappin'
Fucking
your long johns, boy it's gettin a bit windy
You really want to know the secret to this white pimpin?
Though I might love 'em, I don't really like
I preach my dear friend
You're about to receive Long John Barleycorn
Nicotine and the temptation of Eve
Ha ha ha
Wear your love like heaven,
arms so strong
And kisses he gave her one two three
Said weep no more my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley
Said weep no more my own true
Yall just short term me im long Gone
It's a long thing
Tryna stop him
I been all in
With a long john
They been tryna drag my name
Through the mud
coupons and longer than a big and tall size long Johns
Conductor my music so eye own the baton
This life ain’t a race it’s a long marathon gotta stay steady
term I'm already long gone going for the gold
You get the silver like long John
And I keep pace up wait up they don't know how Reflex just says stuff
dope when it come to the oratorical
Stay on the low wit' a dime that's adorable
Got the rap shit covered like long johns
Big brother Ant taught me
I'm from the orange state, now I'm in the big apple
The hip-hop Mecca
Bomb beats and concrete
When the time wear long johns and turn on heat
Yo,
John, long live gutta, long live Momo bitch
Fuck the opps we forever stepping on this side slanging iron bout that gang you know What the fuck going
going can't get to on a railroad track
When I go when I go there ain't no coming back
I'll be long gone so long John
My brothers and my sisters you got
her back to a slow song
I was breaking his shawty for so long
Might as well wave goodbye that’s a so long
Silver digger a fan of my Long John
No love
the barrel and brandy in the glass
But little Sir John, with his nut-brown bowl, proved the strongest man at last
They've let him lie for a long long time
separate individual minds
When long John returns he'll give a scream and what he finds
It's just my name
It's just my skin
Holding a boulder
Can you
And everything I wish for I know I could
Only if everything I could I didn't wish for
It's a good day in the U.S.A., stripped down to your uncle long Johns
But no
his heat like some long John’s ,
Magazine full of sweets ain’t no boms boms ,
Bro still turn ya wig low, like the thong song,
Baddie wearing thongs
print it's enormous
Don't disrespect bro
That's a long one
Still step with his heat
Like some long John's
Magazine full of sweets
Ain't no boms boms
Bro
Lanvin’s
Fresh nigga, flow colder than some long-johns
I turned habit in to skill and my Cabinet is ill
Niggas'll kill like Cheney how we drop bombs
I’m not
know that he got that long john
He said that Zoya the best She got that good good
They never complain when I ride on that wood wood
You said he wouldn't
of the coldest, shoulda hit the scene in long johns
I see the odds and beat it like tom-toms
They tried to count me out like three to one but I'm Bron Bron
I'm
old and wrinkled
and my mind's been rearranged
I look like Long John Silver
I feel like Doctor Strange
Let me take you back round my way
We can drink
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