John Wick lyrics

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Why S



[Verse 1]
Headshots like John Wick
Shooting people got my head sick
Number thirty is my first pick
Off a molly gave her good di*k
Need steps on my fitbit
Let me run down the opps quick
Whip the coke like Nesquik
She's cute but I benched it
VVS on my pendant
She want me back but I meant it
Sit her down like I’m Kendrick
Hundred round make you f*ckin' j*rk
Me and Burna couldn't pick
Her first time sucking two di*ks
In her mouth like a toothpick
No sauce just too sick
Pass her like Michael Vick
Wass Gang who she f*cking with
She work the telly but she loving it
Gets messy when I’m bussing it
Come to my block, you ain't leaving it
Twin smiles when I'm squeezing it
A thousand grams I'm breezing it
If I took your chain I'm keeping it
[Refrain]
Look fishy then it get Swiss cheesed
Two models but they got sore knees
I'm a crip I might flip to bleed
She suck my di*k like sunflower seeds
She love the way, I do as I please
‘Member days used to live in the P's
Theme song I got the keys
Merk a b*tch no paying the fees
Look fishy then it get Swiss cheesed
Two models but they got sore knees
I'm a crip I might flip to bleed
She suck my di*k like sunflower seeds
She love the way, I do as I please
‘Member days used to live in the P’s
Theme song I got the keys
Merk a b*tch no paying the fees

[Verse 2]
How you only deal with the rappers?
Five star shooters like the Raptors
She scared to go to church she a pastor
All children go to the hood right after
I called a b*tch, had to answer
I f*cked a b*tch then I pass her
Wass Gang life full of gangster
Can’t talk 'cause I’m not a long talker
Bro's like control your anger
We'll kill him slow like cancer
I'll follow you home like a stalker
Then you get lightheaded from the chopper
Then you get lightheaded like a popper
Wassi, flocka then shotta
Don’t do it if you can't do it proper
Jail time what the cops had to offer
Every time went jail did longer
But every time I came home, came stronger
There's so many b*tches I conquer
Buy print and we pray for a doctor
Wassi, flocka then shotta
FB still smoking on rasta
T Dub on your block making lava
Free K Sav, f*ck an informer
Only cook the opps if you gotta
If they don't make noise, why bother
They ain't show it to you like a father
Right now I'm smoking deadmihana
My daughter first words were lah, lah
Off-White tracksuits and Prada
Hot box your bro, it's a sauna
Big bro, I trust when it's lava, n*gga
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