Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song John, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 28.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
John |
| Fo' fo' bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet |
| I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch |
| I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck |
| I get p-ssy, 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 f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint 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 aint talking bout a sketch |
| I pay these n-ggas 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 f-cking 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 |
| Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st |
| Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts |
| If I die today, remember me like John Lennon |
| Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh |
| Big black n-gga, and an icey 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 n-gga sit down |
| Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time |
| Drop Palmolive in a n-gga 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 n-ggas 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 fox |
| Big bee’s, Red Sox |
| I get money to kill time, dead clocks |
| Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck |
| Empty the clip than roll a window up P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun |
| I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum |
| 200 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 n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga |
| I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga |
| 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 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 40 bricks |
| Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape |
| Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes |
| Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus |
| N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y’all |
| Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up |
| I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car |
| Yeah |