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