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humpin
Quick draw with the shot nigga i am not pumpin
Pockets 5 XL nigga they sitting heavy
31 flavors in my blunt this is not reggie
I jus popped 2 dumb

might show out
But I never been the type get to running the mouth
Blunts, to the face
Dunks, and they laced
Running shit no race
Fuck a mix nigga sip

St. Nicholas,
You don't pique my interest,
You just rap about the blunts and bitches,
How you different but don't make no difference?
It ain't about

vista
Oyemidepo Mehn cause this boy's a winner
cnd I'm fighting temptation cause this John no sinner 
We making hits, now they getting burnt
God's word is

got nothin to lose 
And I ball John wall bae I can never lose 
Now I’m here ponderin and wondering is it my call baby 
King n Queen of the world that’s

brother im takin a risk
You cappin when you said goin clicked
Im goin crazy when im on mic

Flow so smooth like a Fiji
John Cena you cant see me
Only

Pulled the choppa out and told him dance he hit the Macarena
Went gost told her she can't see me like I'm John Cena
Y'all niggas my sons but I ain't

to throw away the swishers
Cause the blunts is getting thicker
Like all these bitches asses
Lord forgive me
I be sinning
But that's what comes with winning

nigga Freaky Ken from behind them gates bitch
Best friend name John but he don’t take shit
Could've been my daddy son and play wit white bricks
Could've

This shit is simple
You don't got to fuck with me to fuck with me
You don't gotta rock with me to blunt with me
Shit is an apocalypse
Im the type

Life never stop rolling, neither do these blunts
They ask how many fucks I give, and I say none
I Rather have fettuccine instead of flowers
Unless it's

two and a half men, call me Charlie Sheen
Feelin' like John Cena, can't see me
Don't always smoke cones, I also like J's and blunts
Don't matter what I

Ayo
What up
El f*cking Martoh n*gga
En el trap 
Con el traffic
Dímelo, 
Con el John en el beat,
Le r*bé a santa

Pásame la clave que llevo en la mano

love K
I aint talkin bout Dom
Pretty platinum Chanel
Got me feeling like john
She Marilyn Jezebel
Put the pussy in cell
Tryna spread bed sheets,
Like

step show
Get blunt objects across your mouth, less smoke
I got something in store for you, dog, Petco
A liter of blood'll run out you like Death Row
I

bitch
And yeah im turnt up
Mr. Turn Up in this bitch
How you doing? Who Me?
I got John with me
He pushing the whip
And im holdin the semi
Got the glock,

where his hoe I had to tell him I ain't see her ugh
Make him move to Cali for the weight like John Cena
Told my plug can't complain I get paid good or bad

I'm Neo from the matrix
I'm the one, I’m the one, I’m the one
They Triggered
Roll it up, Philly blunts, hit it once, so faded
Aerosmith, so jaded
Will

Underneath my skin
I just wanna shed it
Getting rid of what's within
Yung John Doe crawling thru the window
Creeping up slow wherever you go
Always on ya back

parlano dialetto anche se vanno su
A Milano con la maglia del Salerno "Cazzo guardi tu?!"

Altra mista - Breakin' down a Swish Blunt
Zaino in spalla e si

I got kush in my blunt
Im sipping Lean I’m numb
I got a Beam on my gun
Trap jump like like da begging of da mon
Ion Fuk wit dese niggas like trump

mind hazy
But it's all gravy never complicated
On point while inebriated
Po up and then roll up that good dank we elevated
John Legend get lifted baby

You know that I can get a little cocky
Roll a blunt in the bed ima give one to your shotty
Eyes turn red and she gets a little hungry
Pull down my pants

em angry, they hatin, they livid
I'm bacc on my bullshit finessin the diesel, i sell it like runtz
But I'm smokin' on cookies 3.5 in a blunt
Cant