joey trap – john cena lyrics
[intro]
akachi, he on the beat, it’s a murder
my dot red, just like clifford
[verse]
so much bape, these b#tches cannot see me
b#tch, i got this camo on
john cena, b#tch, i flex on ho#ho#ho’s, no santa claus
yeah
my n#ggas hate the cops, don’t f#ck with pigs, we break the law
i just sharked yo bm the funny thing she gave me jaw’s
uh shh
yeah, guess she is a stripper, uh
i don’t have to tip her, uh
she still let me kiss her, uh
(haha ewww)
haha, i’m off so much molly
boy, i ball, like volly
my b#tch at kavalis, yeah
haha, my b#tch like to f#ck
your b#tch like to suck
put her in my truck, yeah
(#whispers#)
haha, uh, we go to the river, uh
she gon’ suck my uh uh uh uh
i’m gon’ tear her liver up
b#tch
yeah
and i get this paper
they just hatin’ on me
i hate all my neighbors
huh, yeah, shoot the#, like layup
yo’ b#tch tryna lay up
call her princess leia, uh yeah
yeah, uh, uh#huh, ’cause she got big buns
i shop with big funds, uh
my chop a big gun
d#mn, yeah, uh, my diamonds is clean
yo’ b#tches is mean, uh
you may make the team (cut!)
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