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Jay Montana - Johnny Dang, a song that captivates with its unique blend of melody and storytelling. Whether you're a fan of the artist or just discovering this track, we’ve got you covered with the full lyrics for an easy read.
Johnny Dang
by Jay Montana
Intro
Yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh (CookUpMason)
Chorus
I pull out twenty from the bank, the car wouldn't crank, we had it rough
We the litest in the city, name three bitches we ain’t fucked
I get distanced, I go missin', treat me like I ain't enough (I get distanced, I go missin’)
But I'm the one and you gon miss me someone whish I pick up (Yeah, yeah)
Only advice I got for niggas, hang with opps, you better duck (Grrt)
I'm not beefin' with you niggas 'bout theses bops 'cause they gon' fuck
I'm the richest hardest artist, still feel likе I ain’t on drugs
Bae, I’ll pay to get your body right, you think you ain't enough (Yеah, yeah, yeah)
Verse
I’m tryna get from off these pills, I know I'm good, but on 'em bad
I found out you like the rest, it hurt my chest, but shit, I'm glad
I can’t lie, bro made me go to Johnny Dang, he in his bag
I ain't vegan, flawless carrot cut out smile and you see glass (Yeah)
I go painless, still feel it on these pain pills
Before I make a move, you know I gotta see how gang feel (Yeah)
That shit you did ain't real, I don't know why you came here
I ran it up, went broke and ran it up again same year
Yeah, six figures later, don't even help to dress, just count this paper
I ain't tryna save her, every time she call she ask for favors (Favors)
Been a player, text you like get dressed, I go and see the Laker
On that gang, nigga, Taylor, who got drank? I'm in Decatur
Chorus
I pull out twenty from the bank, the car wouldn't crank, we had it rough
We the litest in the city, name three bitches we ain't fucked
I get distanced, I go missin', treat me like I ain't enough
But I'm the one and you gon miss me someone whish I pick up (Yeah, yeah)
Only advice I got for niggas, hang with opps, you better duck
I'm not beefin' with you niggas 'bout theses bops 'cause they gon' fuck (Yeah, yeah)
I'm the richest hardest artist, still feel like I ain't on drugs (Yeah)
Bae, I'll pay to get your body right, you think you ain't enough (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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