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get hella traction like Firestone
That Dixie weed from the roller ring got
My magic wheels feelin' so gone
'Cause we smoke opponents like John Wayne in

These bullets gon' touch em like duck duck goose
You know I been getting Buckets but they never got the Q
I gotta roll me up a blunt every time I'm

and cracking the safe too
Shit ain't ever sweet, ain't never safe
It ain't nothing promised, even another day
But my next flight just a blunt away
Niggas trying

switched up on me, Ain't no comin back
Ever
Give fuck bout a storm, I been walked through the
Weather
Fuckin the game, She keep bringing me
Cheddar
Big blunt

robbing hang with some niggas that swivel on pivot as soon as I call em
Hitting the blunt and I'm up like a rocket

Step-back like harden I'm shooting my

credit take grace 
John Travolta stay alive if they peel ya
Hospital visits I ain't give up dope till
Deathbed tripping I ain't give up hope
I done

To the most high, wouldn't ask for anything less
Who's next
Behead you like John the Baptist
Dress to kill is my fashion
One man army and his tactics
Fuck

sinchao John Cena

Dede pequeñito la bajaba co lo swagy
Soñando billete con bajone a lo Shaggy
Ya bien conocido y con una chapi chapi
Co esa vecina io no

this
When I eat that pussy for breakfast
Restless, hungry
Wherever I go, she come for me
Sliding off to the john
Because I wanna get it on
Pipe down, you

Doe
Since that's a bitch Issa Jane not a John Doe
Since she ain't shit
We up roll ona lame hoe
Ain't peep the blick
I came in dey ain't eeen kno
I seen

Cannot see me I feel like John Cena
She like to dance, no ballerina
I get it hot, feel like a fever
I feel like I'm runnin' this bitch
Think when I shoot,

rolling up a blunt
We living good Louie bags all up in the trunk
I got that dog food wit me like I'm serving lunch
But it's been something in my mind saying

higher
Higher higher
I am flying higher
King Palm
Inside my palm
John Rich
Providing that strong
I done hit Lit
And I'm back at the crib
I ain't got

yeah
Love WWE John Cena like him ain't no fucking with
Me RDW8 the rapping freestyle champion
I won it last year and I'm feeling good I
Went

ухватись мужик
Эта жизнь игра, я в ней проводник
На мне only smoking, сука я John Dick
Парень хочет с нами, я хочу клыки
Банда ветеранов, а не новички
Я

stuffed them in my blunt
Choppin' all these trees, now I'm haunted by The Lorax
Your resting bitch face makes you look like a Snorlax
I don't care bout

heard alot about you and your kids
They can hang with my son
He don't play games that's vids
And hes nothing like Sid
John said you like sushi
Do you like

niggas

I be sliding like im john wick
I hit a calm lick
These the niggas that you call ya fucking brother bitch?

Pussy niggas know im strapped
And i mean

um mic
Não toca no dog
To tipo John Wick
Fumando na Nick, Bankai ta no feat
Fazendo o certo sem cair no crime 
Não piso nos outros, só faço meu hit
Sou

rather not talk that true stuff
They'd rather smoke a few blunts, but
Nah I'm with that, I've served a few packs 
So please do not pass me no backwood

is too lit and I feel like John Gotti
On the weekend
I fuck these hoes
You won't believe it
How it goes
Bro pass the weed because the life is too short

game
Bring the fear like a toxin you can call me john crane
Scare with itachi crows like scarecrow aint change
I aint fragile momma raised a killer
I

Exotic Blunts
Why you playing we gone slide

Free My Bro's With Calendars
We gone seek if you hide

Trynna kill the challengers
Make em lay where they lie

You fuckin up the energy
Niggas know I been a don
Grab a blunt hit a bong
Workout bitch ride my dick like a peloton
We outside off the porch yeah we