Johnny 歌词
| 歌曲 | Johnny |
| 歌手 | Suicide |
| 专辑 | 100 Hits New Wave |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross | |
| Album:Tha Carter IV(Deluxe Edition) | |
| The LRC Maker:冬東咚东 | |
| @冬東咚东 | |
| {Verse 1: Lil Wayne}Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet | |
| I point it at you and tell that motherfucker 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 f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet! | |
| You fuck 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 fucking address, huh | |
| {Rick Ross}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 | |
| {Lil Wayne}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 | |
| {Verse 2: Rick Ross}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 | |
| {Lil Wayne}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 | |
| {Verse 3: Lil Wayne}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 fucking with a n-gga who don't give a fuck | |
| Empty the clip than roll a window up | |
| Pussy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun | |
| I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum | |
| 200 thousand 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, pussy 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 | |
| {Verse 4: Rick Ross}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 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, motherfuck huddle up | |
| {Lil Wayne}I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car |
| Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross | |
| Album: Tha Carter IV Deluxe Edition | |
| The LRC Maker: dong dong dong dong | |
| dong dong dong dong | |
| Verse 1: Lil Wayne Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet | |
| I point it at you and tell that motherfucker 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 fcking the world and ngga and I aint cum yet! | |
| You fuck 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 nggas 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 | |
| Rick Ross 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 | |
| Lil Wayne Load up the choppers like it' s December 31st | |
| Roll up and cock it and hit them nggas where it hurts | |
| If I die today, remember me like John Lennon | |
| Buried in Louis, I' m talking all brown linen, huh | |
| Verse 2: Rick Ross Big black ngga, 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 ngga sit down | |
| Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time | |
| Drop Palmolive in a ngga 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 | |
| Lil Wayne Load up the choppers like it' s December 31st | |
| Roll up and cock it and hit them nggas where it hurts | |
| If I die today, remember me like John Lennon | |
| Buried in Louis, I' m talking all brown linen, huh | |
| Verse 3: Lil Wayne 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 fucking with a ngga who don' t give a fuck | |
| Empty the clip than roll a window up | |
| Pussy nggas sweet, you nggas center bun | |
| I' m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum | |
| 200 thousand on a chain, I don' t need a piece | |
| That banana clip, let Chiquita speak | |
| Dark shades, Eazy E | |
| Five letters, YMCMB | |
| Bitch ass ngga, pussy ass ngga | |
| I see ya looking, what ya looking at ngga | |
| You know the rules, kill' em all and keep moving | |
| If I died today it' d be a holiday | |
| Verse 4: Rick Ross 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 | |
| Nggas 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, motherfuck huddle up | |
| Lil Wayne I' m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car |
| Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross | |
| Album: Tha Carter IV Deluxe Edition | |
| The LRC Maker: dōng dōng dōng dōng | |
| dōng dōng dōng dōng | |
| Verse 1: Lil Wayne Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet | |
| I point it at you and tell that motherfucker 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 fcking the world and ngga and I aint cum yet! | |
| You fuck 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 nggas 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 | |
| Rick Ross 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 | |
| Lil Wayne Load up the choppers like it' s December 31st | |
| Roll up and cock it and hit them nggas where it hurts | |
| If I die today, remember me like John Lennon | |
| Buried in Louis, I' m talking all brown linen, huh | |
| Verse 2: Rick Ross Big black ngga, 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 ngga sit down | |
| Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time | |
| Drop Palmolive in a ngga 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 | |
| Lil Wayne Load up the choppers like it' s December 31st | |
| Roll up and cock it and hit them nggas where it hurts | |
| If I die today, remember me like John Lennon | |
| Buried in Louis, I' m talking all brown linen, huh | |
| Verse 3: Lil Wayne 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 fucking with a ngga who don' t give a fuck | |
| Empty the clip than roll a window up | |
| Pussy nggas sweet, you nggas center bun | |
| I' m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum | |
| 200 thousand on a chain, I don' t need a piece | |
| That banana clip, let Chiquita speak | |
| Dark shades, Eazy E | |
| Five letters, YMCMB | |
| Bitch ass ngga, pussy ass ngga | |
| I see ya looking, what ya looking at ngga | |
| You know the rules, kill' em all and keep moving | |
| If I died today it' d be a holiday | |
| Verse 4: Rick Ross 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 | |
| Nggas 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, motherfuck huddle up | |
| Lil Wayne I' m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car |
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