ฟังเพลงJohn

John (约翰) - The Top Hits Band

Yeah

Fo' fo' bulldog my mothaf**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'ma 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 'bout a sketch

I pay these niggas with a reality check

Prepared 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

An 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 thirty first

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

Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high swish

I'm swimming in the yellow b**ch boss

In the red nine eleven looking devilish

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

Thought it were bullet proof 'till 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 thirty first

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

B**ch I'm Red Foxx big B's Red Sox

I get money to kill time dead clocks

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

Empty the clip than roll a window up

P**sy niggas sweet you niggas Cinnabon

I'm in a red b**ch 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

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

I see ya looking with ya looking a** ni**a

You know the rules kill 'em all and keep moving

If I died 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 yo a** apart than I put myself together

YMCMB double M we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that b**ch gon' bang

Red on the wall Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b**ch

My first home invasion poppy gave me forty bricks

Son of a b**ch 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 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 mothaf**ker huddle up

I'm not a star somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car

Yeah