"John Lennon" lyrics
Gene Simmons, John Lennon playin', I'm a rock star
XD-40, Springfield and it's compact
Two drums hangin' and these citch niggas pump fakin'
Jon Bon Jovi, Hulk Hogan, wrestle this chop (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Whack an opp for one ninety nine, you get a discount
He mad at me 'cause the store ran out of all his lip gloss
Guns and roses, Codeine and pineapple soda
Who's that jumping out the Dawn? That's Mr. Mosely
Spent three years in jail, no cosign, no promotion
If I'm not the truth, then why Drake get on a song with me?
Cold devil talking heavy metal when I kiss clips
You want beef, but can you really go the distance?
In the ghetto, Elvis Presley wrote a song 'bout it
But who these niggas in my comments? They some nobodies
It doesn't even matter, I got Linkin Park ghostwriting
You get flipped like a Bic, bro, this your lighter?
Any nigga talkin' to the pigs, we gon' hogtie him
On Rodeo with a drum, ain't it a mall by him?
Thirty-four shots, TNT, bitch, I'm Charles Barkley
You don't know where your kids at, you should call out then
I'm bout to rock out (Shi—)
Win every trial and tribulation in my life, I ain't cop out
Two drums, they was in the F and N, I'm a rock star
I know you said you was gon' blow him out his boots, but where his socks at? (Shi—)
Black Beatles, have you heard of John Lennon? Can you top that? (Shi—)
That nigga crying, "Why I can't get in the club?" Watch that nigga (Shi—)
Two drums on his block, don't ever try me like a rap nigga (Shi—)
I heard your homie went against the guns and rose, he's a pack, ain't he? (Shi—)
Red Hot Chili Peppers if it's beef, take that, nigga
XD-40, Springfield and it's compact
Two drums hangin' and these citch niggas pump fakin'
Jon Bon Jovi, Hulk Hogan, wrestle this chop (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Whack an opp for one ninety nine, you get a discount
He mad at me 'cause the store ran out of all his lip gloss
Guns and roses, Codeine and pineapple soda
Who's that jumping out the Dawn? That's Mr. Mosely
Spent three years in jail, no cosign, no promotion
If I'm not the truth, then why Drake get on a song with me?
Cold devil talking heavy metal when I kiss clips
You want beef, but can you really go the distance?
In the ghetto, Elvis Presley wrote a song 'bout it
But who these niggas in my comments? They some nobodies
It doesn't even matter, I got Linkin Park ghostwriting
You get flipped like a Bic, bro, this your lighter?
Any nigga talkin' to the pigs, we gon' hogtie him
On Rodeo with a drum, ain't it a mall by him?
Thirty-four shots, TNT, bitch, I'm Charles Barkley
You don't know where your kids at, you should call out then
I'm bout to rock out (Shi—)
Win every trial and tribulation in my life, I ain't cop out
Two drums, they was in the F and N, I'm a rock star
I know you said you was gon' blow him out his boots, but where his socks at? (Shi—)
Black Beatles, have you heard of John Lennon? Can you top that? (Shi—)
That nigga crying, "Why I can't get in the club?" Watch that nigga (Shi—)
Two drums on his block, don't ever try me like a rap nigga (Shi—)
I heard your homie went against the guns and rose, he's a pack, ain't he? (Shi—)
Red Hot Chili Peppers if it's beef, take that, nigga
