John Cena & tha Trademarc Don't Fuck With Us
John Cena & tha Trademarc-Don't Fuck With UsLRC歌词
- 更新时间：2009-3-14
- 刷新时间：2018-07-10 00:45
- [ti:Don't Fuck With Us]
[ar:John Cena & tha Trademarc]
[al:you can't see me]
[by:linn.pro]
[00:01.81]"Don't Fuck With Us"
[00:06.51]artist : John Cena
[00:08.22]Lyrics maker :
[00:09.73]
[00:09.83]We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
[00:11.58]We spittin heat on your block
[00:13.23]We new to the game, but runnin the spot
[00:14.65]Numbin your knot, with basslines that'll make ya neck break
[00:17.59]This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate
[00:20.02]Open your mind without makin ya meditate
[00:22.54]We real champs; y'all just featherweight
[00:25.05]Time to get it straight, I push your wig back
[00:27.52]Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac
[00:30.16]Beefin with us? We're leavin you face down
[00:32.52]Stompin bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town
[00:35.07]Runnin the playground like it was a track meet
[00:37.58]Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet
[00:40.14]We into big things, bank account's overgrown
[00:42.70]All types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provolone
[00:44.95]Guaranteed to burn wax like candles
[00:47.41]Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels
[00:50.00]
[00:50.28]Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
[00:54.84]Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
[00:59.71]Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
[01:04.74]Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
[01:10.20]
[01:10.36]It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof
[01:12.63]I'm God, as if you needed some proof
[01:14.53]You ain't hard I can see it on you, {?}
[01:17.11]Fuck a droptop, crop if I'm creepin on you
[01:19.50]Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you
[01:22.69]Spittin back live rounders, with five pounders
[01:25.30]If we meetin on two, I put a beatin on you
[01:27.64]Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on you
[01:30.12]We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhide
[01:32.65]The sound of God slide with a raw vibe
[01:35.03]Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots
[01:37.52]So sick, I've been handlin flows, since enamel was gold tooth
[01:40.92]And branded by low
[01:42.33]You cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 below
[01:44.86]You slow, you be the last to think
[01:47.56]My hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks
[01:50.02]Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
[01:54.78]Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
[01:59.62]Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
[02:04.65]Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
[02:09.46]
[02:09.69]I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitches
[02:12.53]We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes
[02:14.84]Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy
[02:17.46]You ain't family, you ain't earnin my trust boy
[02:19.73]Seen too many bitches that'll double cross ya
[02:22.41]We bring more drama than the Laker roster
[02:24.99]Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can save ya
[02:27.46]Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela
[02:30.00]
[02:30.18]Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lame
[02:32.50]I'm ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frame
[02:34.82]I refine my game by fuckin famous bitches
[02:37.70]But it's all the same, it's just ex to the next
[02:40.26]for sex or brain, misses or Mrs.
[02:42.34]Married or not, my game don't stop
[02:44.20]It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
[02:47.07]Y'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe
[02:49.90]Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
[02:54.66]Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
[02:59.65]Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
[03:04.76]Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
[03:13.36]
John Cena & tha Trademarc-Don't Fuck With Us歌词
- 歌词名称：Don't Fuck With Us
- 演唱歌手：John Cena & tha Trademarc
- 歌词专辑：you can't see me
- Lyrics maker :
We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
"Don't Fuck With Us"
artist : John Cena
We spittin heat on your block
We new to the game, but runnin the spot
Numbin your knot, with basslines that'll make ya neck break
This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate
Open your mind without makin ya meditate
We real champs; y'all just featherweight
Time to get it straight, I push your wig back
Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac
Beefin with us? We're leavin you face down
Stompin bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town
Runnin the playground like it was a track meet
Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet
We into big things, bank account's overgrown
All types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provolone
Guaranteed to burn wax like candles
Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof
I'm God, as if you needed some proof
You ain't hard I can see it on you, {?}
Fuck a droptop, crop if I'm creepin on you
Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you
Spittin back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin on two, I put a beatin on you
Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on you
We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhide
The sound of God slide with a raw vibe
Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots
So sick, I've been handlin flows, since enamel was gold tooth
And branded by low
You cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 below
You slow, you be the last to think
My hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitches
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes
Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy
You ain't family, you ain't earnin my trust boy
Seen too many bitches that'll double cross ya
We bring more drama than the Laker roster
Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can save ya
Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela
Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lame
I'm ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frame
I refine my game by fuckin famous bitches
But it's all the same, it's just ex to the next
for sex or brain, misses or Mrs.
Married or not, my game don't stop
It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
Y'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
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