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letra de mr la la la - john wayne (johnny gunz)

[intro]
ahhh
right about now
something real epic for your ears
(hahaha)
john wayne, johnny gunz
jimmy british i see you my brudda
dj concert you already know
ahhh
8 fizzy, ghetto superstars
uh, bang!

[hook]
mr lalala
mr lalala
mr lalala
mr lalala
mr lalala
mr lalala
mr lalala
lalala
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mr lalala
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mr lalala
mr mr lalala
mr lalala
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la! la! la! mr lalala

[verse 1]
look i ack real violent (uhh)
talk real violent (uhh)
(uh, bang!) man a creep on man real silent (come ere)
only problems i got right now are the trident (f-ck em)
cah the pagans i’m beefin they always be hidin (hidin)
i be in the, back of the van, just ridin
itchin to hop out darg and on-sight ‘im (come ere)
wan leave his parents cryin, and greiving too (maa)
it will get sticky like blu-tack when i come for you (la!)
strap, it kicks back, like buckaroo (bang)
who the f-ck are you and what you come ere to do? (ahh?)
man’ll leave him in a box, like kleenex tissue (yes)
you’ll lose some tissue, and your girl will miss you (uh)
if i press on pistol, most official (bang)
talkin to my dargy, no dr. dolittle (no)
takin the p-ss darg, no cubicle (no)
i ain’t in ta singin darg this ain’t a musical (errm…)

[hook]

[verse 2]
(uh, bang!)
i’m johnny (johnny!) and
in this hand, is longie (bang!)
no manners, i don’t know the word sorry (na i don’t)
when that things on me, best move from me (eh move away)
i move hardcore, hardcore holly, bang (bang!)
i make his head bounce, like noddy (la!)
have him running up the stairs, like rocky (eh run up)
i don’t care if this p-ssy be stocky (nuh, nah!)
cah your clothes will tear from the dotty (bang, bang!)
ball bearians be all up in yer body (all in there)
soul reaver i take the soul out yer body! (come ere)
uh, come play darg, that’s man’s hobby (na!)
n-ggas still talking sh-t but no-ones come and got me (no one)
they said describe me in one word i said ‘dodgy’! (bang!)
blast on sight so don’t slip like hockey (uh! der!)
cause you can get it like john gotti

[hook]

[verse 3]
up late nights fighting these demons (thinking)
thinking bout the dons that i’m beefin (chuh!)
if he ever saw that ting darg, that my man was squeezing, uh!
you would be breezing (goner)
so, don’t come round on a greaze ting (don’t dare)
me and young rics will greaze ‘im (come ere)
dat full time sh-t (bang), straight full timers (bang), so day’s off (wha!?)
sklakom! sklakom! sklakom! fires (skaakom!)
ask diz, he’ll tell you i’m a nastiness (ask ‘im)
ready if called on, wait rics rise the fifth (rise it)
man’ll make him elevate darg, without the lift (bang)
if you see me and riz darg you know what time it is (murda man)
it’s not only music (ahh) that i be on (na!)
that full time-ish, shouts out face and dion (dion!)
[somebody’s name], thats infamous, eight-five (fizzy)
i don’t know what them man on, i’m on this wayne vibe (donny)

- john wayne johnny gunz

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