John Cena lyrics

[Intro: DC The Don & Sad Frosty]
Yeah (What?), uh
[?], uh, [?], uh
Ayy (Yeah), Yeah (What?)
DJ Flippp, m-make the money flip
(Brr)

[Chorus: DC The Don]
Okay, juice f*ck me up
Lick me up, oh yes, I'm speedy, b*tch (Ayy)
Two liter cup, pour me up
Oh lord, I'm needy, b*tch (Yeah)
I wan' f*ck with you and your friends
It's true, I'm greedy, b*tch (Yeah)
Don't dap me up in the club
No, you can't see me, b*tch (Ayy)
Two liter cup, pour me up
Oh yes, I'm needy b*tch (Yeah)
Juice f*ck me up
Lick it up, you gotta please me, b*tch (Ayy)
I wan' f*ck with you and your friends
I'm super greedy, b*tch (f*ck)
Don't dap me up in the club (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
No, you can't see me, b*tch (f*ck)

[Verse 1: DC The Don]
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah (Grrah, grrah)
You can't beat me b*tch (What?)
I feel like I'm John Cena fly
No, you can't see me, b*tch (Yeah)
I just got a redbone with thighs
She f*ck with Sheem and sh*t (Yeah)
I just hit a b*tch in Bed-Stuy
She from the Queens and sh*t (Thottie)
You might just get f*cked off, lil' boy
Don't run up on me, b*tch (Bah)
I might send a flame through your heart
You and your homies, b*tch (Grrah)
Run up, you get dropped on your sh*t
Shoutout to Stoney, b*tch (Yeah)
CJ put a hole in his ass (Yeah, yeah)
No macaroni, b*tch
[Chorus: DC The Don]
Okay, juice f*ck me up
Lick me up, oh yes, I'm speedy, b*tch (Ayy)
Two liter cup, pour me up
Oh lord, I'm needy, b*tch (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
I wan' f*ck with you and your friends
It's true, I'm greedy, b*tch (Yeah)
Don't dap me up in the club (Yeah, yeah)
No, you can't see me, b*tch (Grrah)
Two liter cup, pour me up
Oh yes, I'm needy, b*tch (Ayy)
Juice f*ck me up
Lick it up, you gotta please me, b*tch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wan' f*ck with you and your friends (Huh?)
I'm super greedy, b*tch
Don't dap me up in the club
No, you can't see me, b*tch (Worldwide)

[Verse 2: Sad Frosty]
Juice f*ck me up (What?)
Lil' Frosty don't sip that lean, lil' b*tch (Okay, b*tch)
I just cashed out on my wrist
Yes, I'm a fiend, lil' b*tch
Thottie say she wanna f*ck me (Thot)
Yes, it's green, lil' b*tch (Ayy)
Porsche 911 (Skrrt)
I skrrt off, and you can't see me, b*tch (Skrrt-skrrt)
Pipe that lil' ho from the back end (Thot)
After that, f*ck on her best friend (b*tch)
I be just plotting, countin', finessin' (Yeah)
Cut that b*tch off, I teach her a lesson (Ayy, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What?)
Yo' b*tch a thottie though (Thot)
I just got a brand new lil' bit'
Say she from Mexico (What?)
DC, he just bagged her lil' friend
Met her at Texaco (Okay)
Say she wanna cuff on Lil' Frost
But I won't text back though (What?)
[Chorus: DC The Don]
Okay, juice f*ck me up
Lick me up, oh yes, I'm speedy, b*tch (Ayy)
Two liter cup, pour me up
Oh lord, I'm needy, b*tch (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
I wan' f*ck with you and your friends
It's true, I'm greedy, b*tch (Yeah)
Don't dap me up in the club (Yeah, yeah)
No, you can't see me, b*tch (Grrah)
Two liter cup, pour me up
Oh yes, I'm needy, b*tch (Ayy)
Juice f*ck me up
Lick it up, you gotta please me, b*tch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wan' f*ck with you and your friends
I'm super greedy, b*tch (Yeah)
Don't dap me up in the club
No, you can't see me, b*tch (Worldwide)

[Outro: DC The Don]
Two liter cup, pour me up
Oh yes, I'm needy b*tch (Grrah)
Juice f*ck me up
Lick it up, you gotta please me, b*tch
I wan' f*ck with you and your friends
I'm super greedy, b*tch
Don't dap me up in the club
No, you can't see me, b*tch