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John [Explicit Version]
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What Are The Lyrics For John [Explicit Version] By Lil Wayne?
Fo' fo' bulldog, my muthafucking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthafucker fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down it's upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet You f*ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my fucking address, huh I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Big black nigga, and an icy watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick 'em off they might high, swish! I'm swimming in the yellow bitch, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I'm Red Foxx Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a f*ck Empty the clip than roll a window up Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum Two hundred thou on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see ya looking, what ya looking at nigga You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving If I died today it'd be a holiday I'm not a superstar, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car So don't make it come alive Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, pocket gain and forty bricks Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthafuck huddle up I'm not a superstar, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car Yeah |
Who Wrote John [Explicit Version] By Lil Wayne?
Dwayne Carter, Erik Ortiz, Kevin Crowe, William Roberts, Jamal Jones, Christian Ward, Rob Holladay
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What's The Duration Of The John [Explicit Version] By Lil Wayne?The duration of John [Explicit Version] is 4:47 minutes and seconds. |
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