JOHN CENA lyrics

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

[Verse]
So much Bape, these b*tches cannot see me
b*tch, I got this camo on
John Cena, b*tch, I flex on ho-ho-ho's, no Santa Claus, yeah
My n*ggas 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, ew)
Haha, I'm off so much molly
Boy, I ball, like Volly
My b*tch at Kavalis, yeah
Haha, my b*tch like to f*ck
Your b*tch like to suck
Put her in my truck, yeah
Haha, uh, we go to the river, uh
She gon' suck my-, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm gon' tear her liver up, b*tch
Yeah, and I get this paper
They just hatin' on me
I hate all my neighbors
Huh, yeah, shoot the-, like layup
Yo' b*tch 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, uh, yeah, uh, my diamonds is clean
Yo' b*tches is mean, uh
You may make the team (Cut!)