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john ranada – japanese lyrics

[intro]
yo
im sippin’ muddy no ice n-gga
i came for the money b-tch
i can’t really f-ck with none of y’all
i came for your money b-tch
i don’t even f-ck with me my n-gga

[verse 1 & 2]
my j-panese b-tch bulimic and never take the scenic
all she know is movin’ snow across cement
drive a plow down sunset for about a hour
enjoy the sunset
hit the noodle house like “b-tch my dish done yet?”
wake when the moon come
told my mans make sure my wake is in a tomb son
he won’t fail me we raised like family
60 dollar eggs and hammy slappin’ whatever you hand me
it’s hard to beat what i’m holdin’ start foldin’
i’m moldin’ molten gold in poland
and i’m still up after its stolen
hit a euro-l!ck just to keep the ball rollin’
that’s to keep us all holdin’
but it’s all golden pony
i drop my mortgage at the ponies
and whatever the homies loan me
i’ll finesse your main out her alimony
only to make her invest it in cocaine and category e drugs
see drugs i eat drugs
i mean mug a tree to tell cuz’ his leaves sus
f-ck i’m doin?
drunk enough to speak dutch fluent
still move smooth as a ’82 bruin
“who in the backseat?” what she always asks me
told her that’s my plan b you can call her ashley
pull up in the boosted aston from the past
rudely askin’ for the -ss movin’ faster than the mask be
turn a white carpet red to walk on instead
prefer head and use molotovs in bed
sh-t i’m wanted in 50 states for being black
might as well start shootin’ at gangs and dealin’ crack
find me on a beach rainstorm playin’ a bolo
i go to sleep in stolen nordstrom polo
wake up and my fit changed somehow
i think my b-tch did it
i can’t trust her not now
i told her good look but u gotta leave
and that’s on the good book i will not believe
i’m gettin’ top in a ’77 de ville by cruella de vil and it’s a h-ll of a feel
is it real?
sh-t if ya moms t-ts is
i tell my wife i miss my mistress and miss christmas
is it real?
if ya moms t-ts is
i tell my wife i miss my mistress to miss christmas

[chorus]
on the move on the couch
salt water pool watch her drool hit her pouch
move in n out in ny for double price double doubles
i get triple doubles daily on different levels
regaining consciousness in a construction site
no f-ckin’ clue how i got here but i’m lovin’ life [x5]
i think i got a concussion was that the other night?
i think i- yo yo
on the move on the couch
salt water pool watch her drool hit her pouch
on the move on the couch
salt water pool watch her drool hit her pouch
move in n out in ny for double price double doubles
move in n out in ny for double price double doubles
i get triple doubles daily on different levels

- john ranada lyrics

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