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young cherub - john mark lyrics

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verse 1:
i fly high, like virgin airlines
i murder all these rappers while i’m on the fly
now maybe i’m just a rich white kid from atlanta
or maybe that’s just me in the havana cabana

waite i’m sorry your girl was just calling
she trying to stop me from mauling and balling
they tell me i can’t rap about the things that i do
“man i don’t ball hard?” have you ever seen you

i can barley breath, bane
when i hit the bank you know i make it rain
your girl is so hot its like the 50’s, dame
my girl is so fly she’s in the 90’s, flame

and if you don’t get it yet, you can’t every stop me
even john mark is trying to drop me
then i’ll just stand up and say “f-ck you man!”
while these haters turn around and dip sh-t in a can

chorus: (john mark mark mark mark mark mark mark ) x7

verse 2:
and speaking of that dipping sh-t you do
i could just use that money to by me your boo
“yea i never like to kiss him his breath smells like -ss!”
its probably from eating guys right after cl-ss

but your girl don’t even want me, she just want the hundos
that’s why she all over me, i get all the fundos

i’m rowing for my life and my 2k is split
you wanna build me game i’ll buy you a kit
my flow is so hot she needs her a mit
i’m chilling in boston, check out the brit
and if you don’t get that you don’t have a whit
but if you can’t win well you better submit

i wonder how you’re taking this, you must be surprised
the same way your girl does when i’m inside her thighs

and your girl wanted me to tell you why i was so fly
“well it’s just that john mark is kind of a small fry”

chorus

and i promise it’s the last verse no need to sorry
man all these haters ran off in a scurry
i guess i’ll just sit back and eat me some curry
a little like rick ross, minus the furry

i’m looking to end the verse, look at the clock
hey i’m talking to you, check out the glock
these b-tches all come to be, look at the flock
i’m stacking this paper man check out the blocks

my flow is so ill it’s like i got the flu
i don’t got no fake friends, yours are like blue
you think you know, well you don’t have a clue
your girl so uggs, she look like moo!!!

sorry i went a little over board
you wanted some views you should’ve record
i k!lled this verse, my song in the ward
i do this for myself, and my boy john mark

- young cherub lyrics

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