Getting Loose lyrics

by

1TakeJay



[Intro]
Sc*m, tell Uno load it up
Sc*m, tell Uno load it up, now I'm locked in
Wait, hold up
I’m finna turn this b*tch up

[Chorus]
I changed my name to John Cena, I can't be seen
Jacket Supreme, eleven hundred what I paid for the jeans
Benjamin Franklin make a b*tch do the nastiest things
A walking lick, I'm by myself with the flashiest bling
b*tch, I can’t even fit my bag in the baggiest jeans
n*gga, I'll still f*ck a b*tch with the ratchetest teeth
I had the b*tch leg in the air, we gon' call this the lean
Like a Jolly Rancher, I'm gettin' hard, keep suckin' it please

[Verse 1]
I just swеated out her edgеs, she ain't letting me breathe
I just gave her lockdown, I'm the legend for D
These b*tches gave me whole pus*y, they gave you the tease
I made her leave, instead of mouth, she gave me some teeth
Ayy, get this b*tch out of here
She lettin’ all the homies f*ck, this b*tch can’t be mean
Ayy, get this b*tch out of here
He's still tolerating this sh*t, he can’t be mean
Like, what the f*ck was I even thinking tryna get your number?
Since high school, b*tch got big, now she acting humble
But I used to lift a lot of weights, n*gga, I'll still f*ck her
That b*tch gave head so good, I go shoot at her brother
[Chorus]
I changed my name to John Cena, I can't be seen
Jacket Supreme, eleven hundred what I paid for the jeans
Benjamin Franklin make a b*tch do the nastiest things
A walking lick, I'm by myself with the flashiest bling
b*tch, I can’t even fit my bag in the baggiest jeans
n*gga, I'll still f*ck a b*tch with the ratchetest teeth
I had the b*tch leg in the air, we gon' call this the lean
Like a Jolly Rancher, I'm gettin' hard, keep suckin' it please

[Verse 2]
She came over sucking di*k, we on the same page
I ain't f*cking no lil' hoes, this b*tch my age
Accurate, I'm tryna tell these n*ggas I really got aim
I'm a star, the homie said he f*cked a b*tch off my name
Please don't ask me where my feelings go because I lost 'em
Fast how I told her ass get out, I love to boss 'em
I told a n*gga his b*tch mouth was pretty awesome
I be moving fast, how I get 'em, Tavon Austin
I don't trust hoes, can't you tell by my posture?
pus*y had a smell, call that b*tch the hotbox
I don't even know her, can't believe what she just offered
Long hours of giving me her mouth, that's what it costed

[Chorus]
I changed my name to John Cena, I can't be seen
Jacket Supreme, eleven hundred what I paid for the jeans
Benjamin Franklin make a b*tch do the nastiest things
A walking lick, I'm by myself with the flashiest bling
b*tch, I can't even fit my bag in the baggiest jeans
n*gga, I'll still f*ck a b*tch with the ratchetest teeth
I had the b*tch leg in the air, we gon' call this the lean
Like a Jolly Rancher, I'm gettin' hard, keep suckin' it please
[Outro]
I ain't f*cking no lil' hoes, this b*tch my age
I'm a star, the homie said he f*cked a b*tch off my name
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