John’s Story PT.2 Jacob Brown
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[Chorus]
Little Johnny got grabbed and banged and slammed
On a van off gank
And he thought he was on his ting
But nah none of this weren't planned
What, its a bit fucked
In sinking sand, he's a bit stuck
Little Johnny thought was a man of his ting
Until he met big foot
Little Johnny got grabbed and banged and slammed
On a van off gank
And he thought he was on his ting
But nah none of this weren't planned
What, its a bit fucked
In sinking sand, he's a bit stuck
Little Johnny thought was a man of his ting
Until he met big foot
[Verse 1]
Little Johnny thought he was the man
Cause he was the man in Iran
But there's so many thoughts going through his head
While he sat in that van
Like why did they kill him
Why the fuck did they shoot him
He was my best mate, but he served up food
Till my momma got six in the chest plate
And I was checkmate and I was sat there thinking
How do I get out of this
Cause the situation that's he's in its so real man it's not counterfeit
Get your guys on the phone
And tell them niggas that I want my bountry prick
Before I get so gassed up
That I turn the whole sitch into Auschwitz
Little Johnny got grabbed and banged and slammed
On a van off gank
And he thought he was on his ting
But nah none of this weren't planned
What, its a bit fucked
In sinking sand, he's a bit stuck
Little Johnny thought was a man of his ting
Until he met big foot
Little Johnny got grabbed and banged and slammed
On a van off gank
And he thought he was on his ting
But nah none of this weren't planned
What, its a bit fucked
In sinking sand, he's a bit stuck
Little Johnny thought was a man of his ting
Until he met big foot
[Verse 1]
Little Johnny thought he was the man
Cause he was the man in Iran
But there's so many thoughts going through his head
While he sat in that van
Like why did they kill him
Why the fuck did they shoot him
He was my best mate, but he served up food
Till my momma got six in the chest plate
And I was checkmate and I was sat there thinking
How do I get out of this
Cause the situation that's he's in its so real man it's not counterfeit
Get your guys on the phone
And tell them niggas that I want my bountry prick
Before I get so gassed up
That I turn the whole sitch into Auschwitz
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