Yeah
95
On the building yeah
New song bros
Ok
Video aided and abetted
Understood I was strong headed
Feel the pain, my niggas feelin' worse
Check the facts for the illy verse
This is what goes on, way down here
Throw your skillets in the air
So a man can live to grow old
Man I take cover but this world is cold
It's like that, more fuel for the flames
Wearin' gas masks like Chinese dames
So not having it, I hope you understand
You know that ain't happening, just quit rapping and
And I met a lot of girls just like you
That's while all my shit stick like bamboo
Fight to see Daylight like Sylvester Stallone Yeah
We smokin top down till the summer gone
Four cups, yeah, now it's a party
Yeah! What up shorty?! You hot shorty!
Ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't get nuttin, you don't deserve nuttin
But their ears seem more steered towards
It's born-born, young Lord so raise your swords
So all you bustas betta take cover
Girl from the gutter, I murdered another
Let's floss through the hood...
The loving is understood
And when the clock strikes 12
Big wheels flyin down hills on dirt bikes
Going bannanas man like a angry orangutan
I got seventeen karats in my piece and chain Yeah
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors
Let's all hold hands and sing for the listeners Yeah
For the listeners
Yeah
Johnny 95
Ok
F.t.p. gang
You know bros
Johnny the king
King of the kingdom yeah
Giova 95 Modellismo - J95 - She Said I Got It Easy (No profit) Lyrics
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Yeah
95
On the building yeah
New song bros
Ok
Video aided and abetted
Understood I was strong headed
Feel the pain, my niggas feelin' worse
Check the facts for the illy verse
This is what goes on, way down here
Throw your skillets in the air
So a man can live to grow old
Man I take cover but this world is cold
It's like that, more fuel for the flames
Wearin' gas masks like Chinese dames
So not having it, I hope you understand
You know that ain't happening, just quit rapping and
And I met a lot of girls just like you
That's while all my shit stick like bamboo
Fight to see Daylight like Sylvester Stallone Yeah
We smokin top down till the summer gone
Four cups, yeah, now it's a party
Yeah! What up shorty?! You hot shorty!
Ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't get nuttin, you don't deserve nuttin
But their ears seem more steered towards
It's born-born, young Lord so raise your swords
So all you bustas betta take cover
Girl from the gutter, I murdered another
Let's floss through the hood...
The loving is understood
And when the clock strikes 12
Big wheels flyin down hills on dirt bikes
Going bannanas man like a angry orangutan
I got seventeen karats in my piece and chain Yeah
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors
Let's all hold hands and sing for the listeners Yeah
For the listeners
Yeah
Johnny 95
Ok
F.t.p. gang
You know bros
Johnny the king
King of the kingdom yeah
95
On the building yeah
New song bros
Ok
Video aided and abetted
Understood I was strong headed
Feel the pain, my niggas feelin' worse
Check the facts for the illy verse
This is what goes on, way down here
Throw your skillets in the air
So a man can live to grow old
Man I take cover but this world is cold
It's like that, more fuel for the flames
Wearin' gas masks like Chinese dames
So not having it, I hope you understand
You know that ain't happening, just quit rapping and
And I met a lot of girls just like you
That's while all my shit stick like bamboo
Fight to see Daylight like Sylvester Stallone Yeah
We smokin top down till the summer gone
Four cups, yeah, now it's a party
Yeah! What up shorty?! You hot shorty!
Ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't get nuttin, you don't deserve nuttin
But their ears seem more steered towards
It's born-born, young Lord so raise your swords
So all you bustas betta take cover
Girl from the gutter, I murdered another
Let's floss through the hood...
The loving is understood
And when the clock strikes 12
Big wheels flyin down hills on dirt bikes
Going bannanas man like a angry orangutan
I got seventeen karats in my piece and chain Yeah
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors
Let's all hold hands and sing for the listeners Yeah
For the listeners
Yeah
Johnny 95
Ok
F.t.p. gang
You know bros
Johnny the king
King of the kingdom yeah
Writer: Giovanni Coglio
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid