John Wick
Edward McMann
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John wick Pretty Baba Yaga Get you gone quick Itchy trigger finger and my thumb lit Heard the boy a singer now she wan kick Yeah yeah I go John wick Fee on my head cause I’m next Doubled up the price outta respect, yeah Heard he want me dead but I’m blessed, yeah Out here playing checkers this is- Gossip on the street on my Lil Baby shit I’m impossible to reach after my latest shit 69 ‘stang on some crazy shit Imma pull up in the thang skrt take your bitch (Skrtttt) Yeah I talk it and I sing get her naked quick Yeah she all in for them rings like the Lakers is Team stacked and we sweep, KD bay shit Head to toe, all black Darth Vader shit Yeah, we ain’t the same you know it Switch my lanes on you hoes I had to change the road GT got no key, it TTG, it trained to go If she be iffy I got the bliccy ready to claim they soul, yeah 32 Got a Shaq Shaq Shaq Shaq When I squeeze, woah They all back back back back On her knees Make it clap clap clap clap You don’t want beef I attack tack tack tack like I’m John wick Pretty Baba Yaga Get you gone quick Itchy trigger finger and my thumb lit Heard the boy a singer now she wan kick Yeah yeah I go John wick Fee on my head cause I’m next Doubled up the price outta respect, yeah Heard he want me dead but I’m blessed, yeah Out here playing checkers this is chess, yeah I doubled finesse I doubled the business, yeah I doubled respect I doubled the figures, yeah I doubled the sex I doubled the bitches Took all of they summers and doubled they winters Just me on my set but I doubled the winners No bitch on my left but I doubled contenders Mixing French vanilla got me way up in her liver Run city, Godzilla Paid to shoot like Reggie Miller Plug walk Trigger finger squeeze Make the plug talk Got me saying cheese in my mug shot AR play a symphony of gunshots When the gun pop When your fun stop Yeah my ex hoe got my social blocked, boy New man ain’t got what I got, boy No cap give a f*ck about an op, boy Check my temperature you know I’m still hot, boy John wick Pretty Baba Yaga Get you gone quick Itchy trigger finger and my thumb lit Heard the boy a singer now she wan kick Yeah yeah I go John wick Fee on my head cause I’m next Doubled up the price outta respect, yeah Heard he want me dead but I’m blessed, yeah Out here playing checkers this is chess, yeah
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