John Cena Lyrics

Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder
My dot red, just like Clifford

So much Bape, these bitches cannot see me
Bitch, I got this camo on
John Cena, bitch, I flex on ho-ho-ho's, no Santa Claus
Yeah
My niggas 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 bitch at Kavalis, yeah
Haha, my bitch like to f*ck Your bitch 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
Bitch
Yeah
And I get this paper
They just hatin' on me
I hate all my neighbors
Huh, yeah, shoot the-, like layup
Yo' bitch 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
Damn, yeah, uh, my diamonds is clean
Yo' bitches is mean, uh
You may make the team (Cut!)

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