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Johnny Walker
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Johnny Walker è stato pubblicato il 30 aprile 2026 da J With The Dot come parte dell'album Simply Wished I Knew
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Data di uscita30 aprile 2026
EtichettaJ With The Dot
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM106

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SNKLJDOT
SNKLJDOT
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorge Morales
Jorge Morales
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FJ BEATS
FJ BEATS
Producer
beatsbycotto
beatsbycotto
Engineer

Testi

Bro drink Johnny Walker, he fuck with the whiskey I get that bitch drunk and now she wanna kiss me
I climb on that bitch like a spider, no bitsie Drink in her mouth and my dick, she get titsy
Got nut of her makers, she love to get stinky I call that bitch cat cause I play with her kitty
See bitches at school, but which one gone' get with me? I'm breaking her back while I'm holding her titties
Gone' hit it slow motion, I pop out with 50's My brother look classy, he came from the 60's
And bitch, my name J Dot the Lil' Young Goat I don't need to advertise cause my music's self-promoted
Chain is drippy like some water, I be floating on a boat We gone' catch him by the ocean, leave him dried up on the coast
Alligator on my drip, I be shopping at locose If you tryna buy my clothes, then this shit gone' leave you broke
And my bracelet looking' shiny, this shit looking' like some snow Got the whistle in my pocket, fuck it, I'ma let it blow
And he talking' bout some action, I be tryna make it show If he lurking' in the dark, got a stick, I make it glow
I be drilling on a scooter when the sun is getting low And katana on my back like a ninja when I go
Got some Jordans on my feet and designer on my belt I'ma leave him on the pave, bout to show him what I felt
Shot a **** with a missile cause I heard him ring the bell He not going up to heaven, send that **** down to hell
And I don't ever ask for help, I'ma do this shit myself I'ma go up to the top, you wont notice cause Im stealth
I just dropped another figure and I put it on my shelf If he running up on me, I'ma leave you by yourself
I'ma shoot him in his heart, I'ma fuck that ****'s health I'ma make sure he not breathing, transfer him like it was Zelle
And I'm pullin' out my gun, it was hitting on my belt Bro go send a 40 bullets, and just how watch how he gone' melt
Bro drink Johnny Walker, he fuck with the whiskey I get that bitch drunk and now she wanna kiss me
I climb on that bitch like a spotty, no bitsy Drink in her mouth and my dick, she get tipsy
Got nut, on her make up, she love to get sticky I call that bitch Cat cause I play with her kitty
See bitches at school, but which one gone' get with me? I'm breaking her back while I'm holding her titty
Gone' hit in slow motion, I pop out with 50's My brother look classy, he came from the 60's
My gun would not jam cause this bitch throwing crispy You threw thirty shots, how the fuck did you miss me
Written by: Jorge Morales
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