Joey Trap – John Wayne Lyrics
John Wayne By Joey Trap
Akachi, he on the beat, it’s a murder
I’m John Wayne, f--- the sheriff, my n----
It’s recipes, bro, why they bury my n----- (B----, b----)
I made this myself, didn’t inherit s---, n----
Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though
My boots really made from Margiela (Designer)
I might take your girl and then f-----’ forget her (Designer)
I keep a revolver so keep your lil’ head tucked (Yeah)
I’m the man, f-----’ keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain’t wanna f--- me, but my friend f----- (She f-----)
Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr)
Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god
Remember them days I used to be robbin’, now I’m just stylin’
New Hennessy, I imported it
Sorry to see all these p------, unfortunate
You need a plug, then just send your coordinates
I do not f--- with subordinates
I heard that you was a b---- n-----, wait
I cannot f--- with no b---- n----- (Haha)
I done came up and got rich n-----, wait
I’m John Wayne, f--- the sheriff, my n----
It’s recipes, bro, why they bury my n-----
I made this myself, didn’t inherit s---, n----
Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though
Yeah, I’m too lit though
Gotta keep a Smith & Wess’, uh-uh-uh
Always keep a stick like I fence, uh-uh-uh
Crazy livin’ in the wild west, uh-uh-uh (B----)
Pull up on your shorty, make a mess, uh-uh, look (B----)
I hop out a Rari, embarrass you n----- (Nyoom)
I love all the money, might marry it (Skrrt)
Wait, got the world on my back, I be carrying n-----, I’m- (B----)
I’ve been on my high horse
F--- your resource, you ain’t heard about me (B----, yeah)
Black Air Force on, n----- doubt me (N----- doubt me)
But I came through stuntin’, like “Howdy, b----!” (Howdy)
N---- turned broke to rich
Ain’t talkin’ Nintendo Switch, I smash these b------ (Gang)
You know I’ma thrash these b------ (B----)
And then I’m gon’ pass these b------
What you talkin’ ’bout, yeah
Sick and need a motherfuckin’ doctor (Sick and need a motherfuckin’ doctor)
Always keep a pistol or a chopper (Always keep a pistol or a chopper)
I came on the horse, a helicopter
I’m John Wayne, f--- the sheriff, my n----
It’s recipes, bro, why they bury my n----- (B----, b----)
I made this myself, didn’t inherit s---, n----
Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though
My boots really made from Margiela (Designer)
I might take your girl and then f-----’ forget her (Designer)
I keep a revolver so keep your lil’ head tucked (Yeah)
I’m the man, f-----’ keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain’t wanna f--- me, but my friend f----- (She f-----)
Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr)
Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god
Remember them days I used to be robbin’, now I’m just stylin’
Look at wild west, n----
Don’t flex, n----
You could get death, n---- (Flex)
Might f--- around and break a n---- neck, n---- (B----)
Never went to class but I be up for them tests n-----
Who’s next, n----?
In the Tesla, uh, with the pistol, uh
And the pissed off [?]
Drop your b---- off, uh, [?] pound up
No round up, get your cows up
That’s the white n-----, like milk, b----
That’s real s---, hat tilted
On bronem, on foenem (On who?)
On horses, got four of them
Or a V12, drink a V8
Smoke top shelf, gotta wait-wait (Nyoom)
That’s too much, ain’t get that (Haha)
These n----- lame, these n----- wack
I’m John Wayne, f--- the sheriff, my n----
It’s recipes, bro, why they bury my n----- (B----, b----)
I made this myself, didn’t inherit s---, n----
Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though
My boots really made from Margiela (Designer)
I might take your girl and then f-----’ forget her (Designer)
I keep a revolver so keep your lil’ head tucked (Yeah)
I’m the man, f-----’ keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain’t wanna f--- me, but my friend f----- (She f-----)
Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr)
Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god
Remember them days I used to be robbin’, now I’m just stylin’
Akachi, he on the beat, it’s a murder
I’m John Wayne, f--- the sheriff, my n----
It’s recipes, bro, why they bury my n----- (B----, b----)
I made this myself, didn’t inherit s---, n----
Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though
My boots really made from Margiela (Designer)
I might take your girl and then f-----’ forget her (Designer)
I keep a revolver so keep your lil’ head tucked (Yeah)
I’m the man, f-----’ keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain’t wanna f--- me, but my friend f----- (She f-----)
Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr)
Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god
Remember them days I used to be robbin’, now I’m just stylin’
New Hennessy, I imported it
Sorry to see all these p------, unfortunate
You need a plug, then just send your coordinates
I do not f--- with subordinates
I heard that you was a b---- n-----, wait
I cannot f--- with no b---- n----- (Haha)
I done came up and got rich n-----, wait
I’m John Wayne, f--- the sheriff, my n----
It’s recipes, bro, why they bury my n-----
I made this myself, didn’t inherit s---, n----
Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though
Yeah, I’m too lit though
Gotta keep a Smith & Wess’, uh-uh-uh
Always keep a stick like I fence, uh-uh-uh
Crazy livin’ in the wild west, uh-uh-uh (B----)
Pull up on your shorty, make a mess, uh-uh, look (B----)
I hop out a Rari, embarrass you n----- (Nyoom)
I love all the money, might marry it (Skrrt)
Wait, got the world on my back, I be carrying n-----, I’m- (B----)
I’ve been on my high horse
F--- your resource, you ain’t heard about me (B----, yeah)
Black Air Force on, n----- doubt me (N----- doubt me)
But I came through stuntin’, like “Howdy, b----!” (Howdy)
N---- turned broke to rich
Ain’t talkin’ Nintendo Switch, I smash these b------ (Gang)
You know I’ma thrash these b------ (B----)
And then I’m gon’ pass these b------
What you talkin’ ’bout, yeah
Sick and need a motherfuckin’ doctor (Sick and need a motherfuckin’ doctor)
Always keep a pistol or a chopper (Always keep a pistol or a chopper)
I came on the horse, a helicopter
I’m John Wayne, f--- the sheriff, my n----
It’s recipes, bro, why they bury my n----- (B----, b----)
I made this myself, didn’t inherit s---, n----
Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though
My boots really made from Margiela (Designer)
I might take your girl and then f-----’ forget her (Designer)
I keep a revolver so keep your lil’ head tucked (Yeah)
I’m the man, f-----’ keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain’t wanna f--- me, but my friend f----- (She f-----)
Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr)
Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god
Remember them days I used to be robbin’, now I’m just stylin’
Look at wild west, n----
Don’t flex, n----
You could get death, n---- (Flex)
Might f--- around and break a n---- neck, n---- (B----)
Never went to class but I be up for them tests n-----
Who’s next, n----?
In the Tesla, uh, with the pistol, uh
And the pissed off [?]
Drop your b---- off, uh, [?] pound up
No round up, get your cows up
That’s the white n-----, like milk, b----
That’s real s---, hat tilted
On bronem, on foenem (On who?)
On horses, got four of them
Or a V12, drink a V8
Smoke top shelf, gotta wait-wait (Nyoom)
That’s too much, ain’t get that (Haha)
These n----- lame, these n----- wack
I’m John Wayne, f--- the sheriff, my n----
It’s recipes, bro, why they bury my n----- (B----, b----)
I made this myself, didn’t inherit s---, n----
Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though
My boots really made from Margiela (Designer)
I might take your girl and then f-----’ forget her (Designer)
I keep a revolver so keep your lil’ head tucked (Yeah)
I’m the man, f-----’ keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain’t wanna f--- me, but my friend f----- (She f-----)
Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr)
Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god
Remember them days I used to be robbin’, now I’m just stylin’
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