John Cena Lyrics

I ain't no dummy, even though I crash whips

Want my money blue, but I ain't no Crip

Want a bad bitch dancing on me like Shakira

I don't hate my self, can't look in the mirror

Life goes on, like Shakur

If I hit a bong, you can bet that's cleared

Roll a truck like a joint like a joint, lost my ear

I just dropped 15 songs, no features, feel like I'm preaching

Lean in my cup got me leanin'

Pop a Percocet now I'm sleeping

Double cup, stuff, got me codeine, dreamin'

Pretty little bitch, only kiss her half past five, just like a weekend

She ain't nothin to brag about, bitch, is just decent

Bitches be screamin', act like they down for you

Until you need em', but I don't need em'

Life got me thinking, yeah

I'm fresh off a forty, and my breath start stinking

I'm a rob a cop car, feel like I was Tweeder'

Yeah I feel like Tweeder

Yeah, bad bitch on my line, said she wanna see me

Woke up next morning, she get back with the ex she was leaving

And it ain't the first, or the second time, she just, three-peated

Hiding behind the tent, can't see me, yeah, I feel like I was John Cena

Yeah I feel like John Cena

And I miss my cousin, even though it's fucked up, I been feelin' way mistreated

I can't really blame him for the way that he's being, everything happened for a reason

And I miss my cousin, even though it's fucked up, I been feelin' way mistreated

I can't really blame him for the way that he's being, everything happened for a reason

I just hope I make it

I just hope I make it, man I'm really coming from the motherfuckin' basement

How my dick taste, everybody done taste it

Everybody nowadays two-faced

I just want all my money blue faced

So many thoughts in my mind that I wish I could say

So many dreams I had, but never had what it takes

Finally said fuck it and went on a limb, doin' this shit for myself, fuck all my fake friends

They don't know where the fuck that I've been

Just gotta keep on goin', just gotta keep on sippin' this potion

Best thing I ever said, never was spoken, everything I do got a motive

Roll up the window and let's get to smokin', so many hits to my lungs got me choking

So many hits, now I'm choking, got me choking, got me choking