Jawny J Freestyle

Jawny
John, John, John, John J. Jones
Damn

Jawny, Jawny, Jawny J
He couldn't get down with the gang
What else he do, Rot?

I don't know, he only live a couple days
He ain't ever go and graduate (Nah)
He ain't ever been out on a date
But he eat without no plate
But Jawny J up in the grave (you sleepin)

He only live a couple day
There ain't much for him to do
He ain't roll a blunt or two
He ain't go and Louie Cruise

Rest in Peace to Jawny
Rest in Peace in 1942!
Rest in Peace to Jawny
He was trapping McDicks in West Wu
Rest in Peace to Jawny
He was cooling with his crew
Then he caught a fucking pole and now he got a fucking stu

He was pulling up to the stu, it was 1942
It was me and Little Roty, we were chilling in the Boof
Think we rolled a blunt or two and I was smoking on the Boof
But the pack was from Wakanda
It was Hebey, kinda wack (Trash pack)

It was Hebey, kinda wack - it made Jawny go do the dash
Jawny never came back
Jawny did the fucking dash
Jawny did the fucking digit
He ain't living and I really kind miss it

Damn, I miss him
RIP to Jawny J, I miss him
Did the digit
Kinda digital the way he did the digit, yeah I miss him

Me and Jawny rolling blunts up in the kitchen
I'm with Wop, he passing me the pen
He told me I could blink it!
But - issa Johnny Wick
But - I don't give a shit
But - and I'm bouta hit your bitch because she fucking lit, slut
Like a squirrel hibernating, I'm always, I'm tryna catch a nut
I'm a dog and you a mutt, canine unit for the pups



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Writer(s): Robert Concannon
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