JOHN CENA lyrics

[Intro: Tay-K]
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Tay-K]
Bling, bling, bling, pinky ring fiend
Newport Boyz no f*cks with me
Scott peeled off in a coff, R.I.P
f*ck the opps singing in the station like Glee
Heartbeat racing, you're pus*y low-key
Put this TEC to your neck, where the f*ck is the green?
Ski-mask off, so you know it was me
Shopping at Ross, that sh*t rock, it not clean
Why can't I cough? It's the Promethazine
Knockin' at yo door, better vote for me
Man hold up
Put some Aunt Jemima in my soda
Block getting hot, need two Motorolas
Young b*tch on Snap, she's a b*tch like I told ya
Green stay on a lil' n*gga like Yoda
All these rats trash, got this room kinda colder

[Chorus: Young di*k Mobbin]
My whip got the tint, so they can't see me when I sip (I sip)
You be talking sh*t, while yo' b*tch is at my crib
Do not associate with me (Nah)
You thots wanna procreate with me (Nah)
I avoid 'em evasively
Outshine any fool who facin' me
[Break]

[Verse 2: Young di*k Mobbin]
Creepin' round the cut, never creepin' round the clip
All my goons grimy, all my goons be off them sh*ts
If you lookin' for me, b*tch, I'm probably trappin' out the crib
Try to set me up, but you know I came equipped
With that burner, with that laser, tell them opps, "See you later"
I got Tay-K with me, talkin' sh*t, you catch that Fader
I ain't talkin' magazines, I got a hundred round drum
We be chasin' paper, hittin' capers just for fun

[Chorus: Young di*k Mobbin]
My whip got the tints, so they can't see me when I sip (I sip)
You be talking sh*t, while yo' b*tch is at my crib
Do not associate with me (Nah)
Thots wanna procreate with me (Nah)
I avoid 'em evasively
Outshine any fool who facin' me