Lyrics:
my sound bloke routine by approaching Gina's new boyfriend to say that he shouldn't feel that there's any animosity between us and then I even go
pills with the doctor
My dick on a bitch hunt
I call em John proctor
I'm the devil I'm celestial
On my ps and qs
I'm good with variables
Her pussy
dick, the bitches love me for the dope dick
Dope dick, I fuck her slow with the dope dick
Slow dick, dope dick, I got the dope dick
Tell her friends
the black tux over there with Lucky
Bring my heater niggaz might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me and touch me
I felt
Looka looka looka looka looka
Looka looka looka here looka shorty got back
Should I ask her for a dance? hold on there's too many in the wolf pack
Looka looka looka looka looka
Looka looka looka here looka shorty got back
Should I ask her for a dance? hold on there's too many in the wolf pack
a charlatan, a mastermind
Or some lucky lady's design
Oh, what the devil, it's fun
His lady luck was his one companion
And by the silver and gold
His
is young John from the Isle of Man
And I think he's a fine young man
O send him down the saucy clown
O send him down unto me
For if he thinking
Barack Hussein Obama, is the same his father had
The J in the middle of Donald Trump's name stands for John
Last, Joe Biden's Robinette, his grandmother's
her heart broke and she died
And she left that bad land
To wait up in the sky
Free at last the payin' past
For all the wrong he did
First free
know what you thinkin
You feelin like a lucky guy
I was the same way
'Cause she was hard to come by
I was on her so hard
That I almost lost my hustle
(Go
Olivia Newton John got married in Santa Barbara, everything was dyed to match the very special pink of her panties,
Sally got married in Bell Air to a man
are walking around damn they make me say yuck (yuck yuck)
For who would bear the whips and scorns
Of being cucked by a bitch that shit hurt worse than
"Eeaw eeaw!
My master is finished with me
Eeaw eeaw!
I am too old for donkey work
And left alone in the field
I should starve to death! Eeaw eeaw!
the sound of the rapid's water
She loved the music of its song and the way all nature sang along
John took her to Ireland to get the best schooling for her
favorite website, backpage.com
I was scrollin' through hoes, lookin' for a bitch to fuck
I'm like, "That babe, uh huh."
I was just about to call her
Then
I got a lotta mf throwed how a nigga do it
I'm the truth can't come near the pure bullshit i ain't for it
John Madden make a play
Yea John Madden
called down her merry men
By one, by two, by three
John Barbary was once the first
But now the last came he
Oh will you take my daughter Jane
And wed her
Nevertheless, the doctors have been encouraged
By her progress
And think that a few days back home
In what they call a "family atmosphere"
Might hasten her
love u better lucky cause I'm cold hearted
Trench coat like John Gotti
I made a bank deposit
And I still got cash in my pocket
Go to war like Davy
she bend it over touch her toes
You know I bring the baddest bitches out at all my shows
Bitch I'm lit in real life fuck a post
And I'm really getting
the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood
the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood
say (uh)
I admit I can't spell for shit
I admit that all I hear is hits (oh)
I admit that I couldn't read the teleprompter
When the Grammy's asked
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