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John (if I Die Today)

.44 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 fucking the world and nigga, and I ain't 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 ain't talking about a sketch

I pay these niggas 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

And AK47 is my fucking 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 31st

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 nigga and an icy watch

Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop

Count the profits, you could bring them in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans, kick them off they might be hot, swish

I'm swimming in the yellow bitch

In the red, 9-11 looking devilish

Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down

Thought he were bulletproof 'til he got hit the fifth time

Drop Palmolive in a nigga 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

Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st

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 your head popped

I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox

Big B's, Red Sox

I get money to kill time, dead clocks

You're fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck

Empty the clip, then roll the window up

Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon

I'm in a red bitch, she say she finnin' 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, Y-M-C-M-B

Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga

I see you looking with your looking ass nigga

You don't know the rules, kill them all and keep moving

If I die 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 your ass apart, then I put myself together

Y-M-C-M-B, Double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch going to bang

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch

My first home invasion, papa gave me forty bricks

Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape

Ain't it funny, mama? Only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus

Niggas gather around, 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 fucking up

It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up

I'm not a star, somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car, yeah

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