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Dont Fuck With Us - John Cena

john cena
We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
We spittin heat on your block
We new to the game but runnin the spot
Numbin your knot with basslines that'll make ya neck break
This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate
Open your mind without makin ya meditate
We real champs; y'all just featherweight
Time to get it straight i push your wig back
Crew loaded up with extra bread like a big mac
Beefin with us? we're leavin you face down
Stompin bitch rappers like i'm straight outta atown
Runnin the playground like it was a track meet
Shoes on the whip that be bigger than shaq's feet
We into big things bank account's overgrown
All types of cheese swiss cheddar provolone
Guaranteed to burn wax like candles
Track hittin hard to the head like shots of jack daniels

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Y'all bitch crews don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose another one bites the dust

tha trademarc
It's trademarc the truth laid back aloof
I'm god as if you needed some proof
You ain't hard i can see it on you ?
Fuck a droptop crop if i'm creepin on you
Clickclack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you
Spittin back live rounders with five pounders
If we meetin on two i put a beatin on you
Your sound's tired buddy that's why i'm sleepin on you
We lean back in the ride with cream stackin the rawhide
The sound of god slide with a raw vibe
Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots
So sick i've been handlin flows since enamel was gold tooth
And branded by low
You cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 below
You slow you be the last to think
My hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks

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john cena
I got punks dumps and switches dump chumpses bitches
We feed you to the sharks you can sleep with the fishes
Clean you like dishes but i ain't no busboy
You ain't family you ain't earnin my trust boy
Seen too many bitches that'll double cross ya
We bring more drama than the laker roster
Get the click pissed ain't nobody can save ya
Throw heat without lookin like fernando valenzuela

tha trademarc
Marc predka's the name the rest of you lame
I'm ego drivin seen with different women every size and frame
I refine my game by fuckin famous bitches
But it's all the same it's just ex to the next
For sex or brain misses or mrs.
Married or not my game don't stop
It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
Y'all are smalltime suckers like a kneehigh hoe

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