Rob Holladay - My Cousin John Wall lyrics

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Rob Holladay - My Cousin John Wall lyrics

[Bridge] Yeah! Trouble Kid Jaywan [Verse 1: J. Gray] My Cousin John Wall, the number one pick I flip your home girl, and hit her with a stick He went to Kentucky bra, and guess what he did? He took his talents to DC, and that's what he did! Getting my paper bra, he's repping for my check Guess what he just did? he's repping for my collect Going downtown to the city of Raleigh Looking for Ross shoes they called Ladi Dadi My Cousin John Wall is the next top point guard He's looking for a real big body guard Jaywan, I.V. back with another one Bugatti Boyz, they might have another one My Cousin John Wall, the greatest ever cousin M.V.P. 2011 You will find out that why he's a beast Go to his home games, you know what I mean [Chorus: J. Gray] My Cousin John Wall, Top Point Guard He's looking for a real big body guard Home court advantage he do it big Guess what? all ever do is win John Walls great, the greatest ever live The best ever was, guess what he did? He went to Kentucky, he really really doubt it Looking for Ross shoes, they called Ladi Dadi [Verse 2: J. Gray] John Wall... biggest ever cousin Dunking on the court but he really does it? John Wall never take time off Every night John Wall go hard (swish) he just made another shot That shot just came from your other block John Wall, Wizards just play ball Every single night game he go hard Throw your jerseys out, John Wall Make It Rain Don't worry John don't feel no pain Every season just gonna gonna be the same But John Wall, will never gonna change [Chorus] [Verse 3: J. Gray] Jaywan... back here again Back in this beat like the lesbians Big D's Detroit Lions Get money to k** time dye tryin You messing with the due that don't give a what He came back, with another gun That girl looking sweet I called her banana bun Kick you in ya face bra, call 911 2000 dollars in the bank, you know I mean With a microphone, let Kendall speak Dark gla**es, Ice Cube Gangster rapper, that's what he wanna do Mess that bra, forget that bra I see you looking with your fat head bra You know the rules Da Profit I.V If you mess with then your against us. Yeah Trouble Kid