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

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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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