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lirik lagu jane/john doe – rbn

[intro – mchivir:]
na na naaaaa
na na na naaa

[hook – ferno blaze:]
shorty be a jane doe and she pro’ly ain’t know
twerking in the club, straight buzzing up from drugs
homie be a john doe and he pro’ly ain’t know
thugging in the streets, living life for the set
shorty be a jane doe and she pro’ly ain’t know
twerking in the club, straight buzzing up from drugs
homie be a john doe and he pro’ly ain’t know
thugging in the streets, living life for the set
hol’ up!

[verse one – ferno blaze:]
thick thighs, ain’t no surprise she made you look
tattoo up on her arm says “hang the rules”
gold l-st deep in her heart got major roots
jane doe, chasing the dough she lost her soul (whoo!)
mercenary for the night if the price is right
merchandize for the keeps if you price it right
her allegiance to the cash. for a fee she switch
loyalty’s a fools game when you trading in skin
its a wild life running with wolves and cheetahs
on a wild night turning your tricks to paper
call it red light alchemy when you hit gold
fore closed on your pride. your soul just got towed
far away and beyond. please send a post card
better yet send a text, i hope you doing fine
‘cos home is a dream that once was thought real
and sleep is a break ‘cos life just got real

[hook: ferno blaze]
shorty be a jane doe and she pro’ly ain’t know
twerking in the club, straight buzzing up from drugs
homie be a john doe and he pro’ly ain’t know
thugging in the streets, living life for the set
shorty be a jane doe and she pro’ly ain’t know
twerking in the club, straight buzzing up from drugs
homie be a john doe and he pro’ly ain’t know
thugging in the streets, living life for the set

[verse two – luey:]
hey mister john doe, what you doing over there
with capn jack n jack dan, what y’all doing over there? (what ya doing?)
even got a russian friend from overseas over there
k.a lashnikov, bad man over there
a-k 47, codename the hitman
run up pon the block. pull up, and hit men
end up new victim inna heart of the black land
from a mis-under-standing with a mis-understood man (yeah)
if rap was a game, he finna ball fer the lakers (yeah)
he a winner man running nyam with the fakers (yeah)
me now say a prayer fer john doe to the maker (yeah)
make he small ulluh ya mess, ulluh dem hater’s (yeah)
price of ya soul can’t compare to the paper (yeah)
babylon sinner man, blood of a traitor (yeah)
rude boy grow ganja on ya forty acres (yeah)
no hope in ya dope it’s found in ya savior, john doe

[outro – mchivir:]
na na naaaaa
na na na naaa
na na

- rbn

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