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john x smith - john smith lyrics

[verse]
my image out this world tho, they shot me from the hubble
my pockets deep, on some ocean sh-t, and yours is like a puddle
i keep scoring call a huddle
24 up on my chest, makin’ plays in prime time
throw my way i’ll intercept
check my check, check my neck
check shoes, check my fitted
she’s confused when she get seven when she ask me for my digits (ah)
commas now, grindin’ till i’m p-ssing out
p-ssing out, dab, k-mbaya my lord i’m faithful now
grinding paying off don’t pay for p-ssy any cost
action picture of her tooshie, round as apple microsoft
praise to tunchi that my idol, been with him since the block was hot
and i stayed f-cking with future since the status was the astronaut
no facade, you see me the way i am
but man i swear you’re blind, can’t even see me through a lense
not tryna make friends just want a driveway that’s gated
they say i’m an alien, i think it’s time for the invasion
i don’t rap for wordplay, my image, 4k
she say we need more foreplay that’s what every f-cking wh-r- say
more say, she say
he say, rewind it
clean my hands in holy water cause i am the holy sh-t
my b-tches all exotic like ferraris on south beach
i told em i’ll out do em, but they ain’t gonna believe me
pistol and i bullet when i pull it man i aim big
big i mean the biggest, like some giants on some beans sh-t
cause i’m the world, i think my powers endless
i’m so sick in need of tet-n-s, my sh-t tesla it’s electric
check your septic, i’m the sh-t, you’re synthetic, i’m legit
if the mula is the target chances never hit or miss
i leave her dripping down her side, like a gl-ss she need a coaster
money is your issue, my problems been over
show out, flashy
first round, drafted
ball out, maverick
wallah, magic
i don’t have no competition, i am in my own lane
it’s my game, like a ref i’m telling you to move the chains
cause you first down, i stay up, like ali in the rang
and i am top shelf, you average we are not one in the same
she ask my name she know she riding wide body
hard body what she call me, montana, john gotti
cause the race really over, 1st place ricky bobby
and she be on the white, wide open call her roddy
dippin’ in the mazaratti, mesmerized by all she got in
dem jeans not chingy, that lean, stay in me
unsigned, not indy, they gon’ hear me in the streets my sh-t runnin’, my sh-t runnin’ like if it’s a track meet
rappers appetizers on a platter, i’m fatter
no knife i need a dagger imma stab her when i smash her
and she a lesser, like a catcher, so i’m pitchin’ on 100
check my hundreds, yeah they real from all these rapper that i hunted
wodies they be mobbing catch em rollin’ while they robbin’
money long like the nile, amazon or androscoggin
she pocahontas, i’m john smith
i give her that long d-ck
my boys they stay strapped, but they ain’t into that bondage
they don’t know what my mom did, she created a monster (haha!)
get that bread, eating good, b-tter lobster
long hair like a rasta, you softer, i’m hard tho whippin’ foreigns, my cars dope, i’m a star, aristotle
ask apostles i’m the chosen one
syrup till my throat is numb
oldest son 40 cal, your spine come out your abdomen
your spine come out your abdomen (yeah)

- john x smith lyrics

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