John

John - Ultimate Party Jams

44 bulldog my mother f**king pet

I point it at you and tell that motherf**ker fetch

I'm f**king her good she got her legs on my neck

I get p**sy mouth and a** call that b**ch triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy I'm a starve her to death

Top down it's upset

Been f**king the world and ni**a and I ain't cum yet

You f**k 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 about a sketch

I pay these niggas with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a b**ch I got my hand up her dress

The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest

And AK47 is my f**king address

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 ni**a and an icy watch

Shoes on the coupe b**ch I got a Nike shop

Count the profits you could bring them in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans kick them off they might be hot swish

I'm swimming in the yellow b**ch

In the red 9-11 looking devilish

Red beam make a b**ch ni**a sit down

Thought he were bulletproof 'til he got hit the fifth time

Drop Palmolive in a ni**a d**e

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

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

Talk stupid get your head popped

I got that Esther b**ch I'm Red Fox

Big B's Red Sox

I get money to kill time dead clocks

You're f**king with a ni**a who don't give a f**k

Empty the clip then roll the window up

P**sy niggas sweet you niggas Cinnabon

I'm in a red b**ch she say she finnin' 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 Y-M-C-M-B

B**ch a** ni**a p**sy a** ni**a

I see you looking with your looking a** ni**a

You don't know the rules kill them all and keep moving

If I die today it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

So don't make it come alive

Rip your a** apart then I put myself together

Y-M-C-M-B Double M we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that b**ch going to bang

Red on the wall Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my b**ch

My first home invasion papa gave me forty bricks

Son of a b**ch then I made a great escape

Ain't it funny mama Only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh hop out like I'm Santa Claus

Niggas gather around got gifts for each and 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 f**king up

It's a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays motherf**ker huddle up

I'm not a star somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car yeah