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John Henry and they told me if they let me read this old book I'd Probably write a song about it. And they did and I did and I called it more About
could want me And I said time will tell that's why I'm so sorry That I couldn't be there To see the look up on your face And I'm so sorry that it took
don't take no mastermind To figure what she wrote And she said "Dear John, I'm moving on; By this time I'm gonna be long gone. Dear John, c'est la
on my ass, she want me to smash Flip out and flash, I'd rather get cash Drika she bad and she into bags Up in the Louis, Emilio Pucci I tell em it's
of my life and more. I'll hold his hand and wipe his tears and guide him through the coming years And so years went by all this time she was chasing
Who be who been goin hard ay yo ay who really got that heat Who really been about that shit bro Who really get it out the streets You really don't want
and the tok I know you a thot Two different johns Now I'm confused about you done thought Don't care what you thought "Why do I get that a lot" It's
long, lost john. Lost john standing by the railroad track a-waitin' for the freight train to come back. The freight train come back but never made a stop
train that can race around a bend WENDY Want to fly with Peter Pan, it’s the greatest joy of joys WENDY, JOHN, MICHAEL And you know it isn’t Christmas
Vince Carter, left my arm in the pot John Wick, treat the mic like a Glock Super sloppy when she sucking my cock I know what it is I ain't forgot Big
is John Wayne Lopez On a ranch down in South Texas, by the Rio Grande side Was a bull named El Diablo, it was said no man could ride Many a cowboy
want to know, how does the song go Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide Come
want to know, how does the song go Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide Come
on my ass, she want me to smash Flip out and flash, I'd rather get cash Drika she bad and she into bags Up in the Louis, Emilio Pucci I tell em it's
"Give me $1 million if you Want the next album" It's still sprinkling a bit when we dive back Into the hired Lexus and head across the East River
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she Did that song because she was asked and Because "Kanye's a genius" She Did "Bang Bang" Because she "knew it would be big"
fell to thinking about the brand new wife of mad John Finn Well, midnight came and clock did strike And in she came, did John Finn's wife With legs
fell to thinking about the brand new wife of mad John Finn Well, midnight came and clock did strike And in she came, did John Finn's wife With legs
Ha! This here's a story about, Lost John Lost John done flew the coop! Hee! How many long gone? Lost John standin' by the railroad track
come walk by my side (my hood, oh) They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god) Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
John looked down the long, long road She gave John a present that was fine So fine that he had to go Went to see what it was that he knowed John
like onions Boy i do not want you near me cause you probably off'a something Bitch you tweaking, if you eating jimmy johns for no reason If you coming
amen, fashion Celebrate, ooh ooh, a new compassion! Put it on, amen, fashion Celebrate, ooh ooh, style your passion! I want you to imagine The most
want you money yow She jus want the buddy yow Have her owna things Yeah, she have her owna things She nuh want nuh rich man She just want a big john Have
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