Lyrics:
nice clothes i ball like Sean Kemp
Poppin' bottles in the Vip
I feel like a pimp at
Long Johns eatin' my shrimp
Surrounded by bad bitches
I thank god for
like a pum-pum
Wanted to give you this long john, but then
I saw you again when you hopped out the Merc'
It's crazy how this universe works
Bare
a new era
If you knew better you'd do better
But you'd be better off rocking a few sweaters
A Carhartt, a skull cap, some long johns, some long jeans
that Armstrong
And where have we gone wrong
We used to let our nuts hang
Now my pants fit like Long Johns
Them have plenty of legroom
I had the heat near
You hella fishy sumn like the Long John’s
Pop collars and we glidin' rest in peace to the Mac
I'm bumpin' that Kehlani when the aux is in my hand
My fam
over tonight and pick you up in my brand new Segway
We can go over to Long John Silver's, get a fish platter
You can take me home and massage me with
You made a campfire, I put it out I put it out
Let the long johns, fall down
Around your ankles and your toes
I know what I want to see
Lay there
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
You made a campfire, I put it out I put it out
Let the long johns, fall down
Around your ankles and your toes
I know what I want to see
Lay there
You made a campfire, I put it out I put it out
Let the long johns, fall down
Around your ankles and your toes
I know what I want to see
Lay there
that long head
She stroke it long head
I get her long fed
I take her to long John's
Get her nothing
I ain't bluffing
You existing my nigga
And I'm livin
astonishment
Let's bond a bit, I can get you money or ya mama evic'
Harm, long arms under long john pajama fit
Loafers with the jeans, they envy on how my
and hoes
We're gonna hate you til you leave
Matter of fatigue
All winter, fish the chief, Long John Silver
Lows with the highs, sweatin' tellin' lies
John: go! dig it!
You can give it if you got it
If you got it you can give it yeah! give it!
Well, you can give it if you got it
And if you got it
tonight
Well long tall Sally she's big as street
She got everything that Uncle John need
Oh baby yea yea yea oh baby woo baby
Have-a-me some fun
John, John, there's something wrong
The guns are found and the fox is gone
John, John, before too long
It will be me they hang it on
So send me off
wasn't so far away
I'd pack up the kids and go for the day
Introduce them to their grandpa
Watch 'em laugh at the way he talked
Find my long lost cousin
an internet person
I really wear hoodies in person
Yeah
And we ain't got mob ties, but we really gotta move like the mob (yeah)
And if I ain't have long
it's alright to write this song today
John I thought you should know
It won't be long now before I go
John I'm sorry to say
I won't be calling you after
he worked only as a hush puppy cook down there at the long john silvers they decided to name the child bejesus.Fred and Doris who was pregnant with
You stand on the bed and you
tell me you're learning to fly
I said Take off your boots
Take off your cape
Throw away your long johns
I
she dey with my partner John, dey make the same plan I can't understand, she tell me ah wrong, ah to slow and ah taking too long. John was ah big man in
to die
Zero break out the psycho ward
Ya it's cold in the hood, got the Glock in the Long John's
This my bread want a slice like Papa John
Imma give them
Mr. John, Mr. John I've known you for a long time
Mr. John, Mr. John so love me baby long time
You can hop in my ride, let's take a drive
Got
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