Lockjaw
John FM
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[John FM]
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Sloppy toppy and better sex
Bet she choosing me when I'm bendin' corners in vets
Ballin' at the mall, Cristals and Somersets
Bottle service only fifth sittin', sippin' Moet
'Cause my plug love me and she never get cold feet
Pull up for some dope, end up fuckin' the whole week
Shorty love E-40 and sippin' that OE
But when she get too hyphy, she puffin' up all my trees
So I tell that bitch to leave, not to go like keak sneak
Look out from afar, we're comin' like next week
Look out for my fam, we’ll cancel so we can eat
My felines feastin' fancy, my dogs eat weed treats
OD on gluttony, get itis and so we sleep
But we ain't never wakin' 'cause all we live is the dream
Build a pyramid, empire, no Ponzi scheme
We give 'em lip 'cause we never get what we need
So we always lookin' for more, nigga, that's called greed
Out here tryna get it and live it how we see
[L, with John FM]
'Cause I bet I'm not shit, but she love it
Dog sex, split a bitch hinds in public
I'm fine, smoke a pack of Reds
Head high, so priceless
Snow got her blood feelin' righteous
Chill, my head to the night is Fortnite
Take a pill, don't fight it
Fuck trust when you love to steal
Lacklust, but its still
Nigga limbo in a new DeVille, no license
Gettin' head to fire sirens
Just keep it on my line then
For all inquiries, 8-9 and 2-4-4-9
And for any mutt on my dick or cop tryna find him
Leave, go northeast, gone for a fuckin' week
Prometh' in my teeth, we sleep
For a fuckin' month, off them Xannys
White limousines rollin' on them 33's
But I'd rather fathom me
Grippin' knees, split a blunt, grab her knee
Bad bitch for a niggateen, please
She see semen on her tee, hurt a girl self-esteem
And ask her what's the price for me
And ask the bitch where she really wanna be
If it's with me
Oh, if it's with me
[John FM]
Bet five, nigga, that she love it
And her boyfriend envy, so
Take five, nigga, she been choosin'
Why you lookin' so angry?
Lilly fuck nigga, that's the salt in me
Still snatch your pride and joy, make a bride to be
Seven deadly winnin', roll a L for me
Tell your bitch to relax while she grabbin' my keys
Woah-oh
[John FM]
Add some reverb on that, should be straight
Check
Sloppy toppy and better sex
Bet she choosing me when I'm bendin' corners in vets
Ballin' at the mall, Cristals and Somersets
Bottle service only fifth sittin', sippin' Moet
'Cause my plug love me and she never get cold feet
Pull up for some dope, end up fuckin' the whole week
Shorty love E-40 and sippin' that OE
But when she get too hyphy, she puffin' up all my trees
So I tell that bitch to leave, not to go like keak sneak
Look out from afar, we're comin' like next week
Look out for my fam, we’ll cancel so we can eat
My felines feastin' fancy, my dogs eat weed treats
OD on gluttony, get itis and so we sleep
But we ain't never wakin' 'cause all we live is the dream
Build a pyramid, empire, no Ponzi scheme
We give 'em lip 'cause we never get what we need
So we always lookin' for more, nigga, that's called greed
Out here tryna get it and live it how we see
[L, with John FM]
'Cause I bet I'm not shit, but she love it
Dog sex, split a bitch hinds in public
I'm fine, smoke a pack of Reds
Head high, so priceless
Snow got her blood feelin' righteous
Chill, my head to the night is Fortnite
Take a pill, don't fight it
Fuck trust when you love to steal
Lacklust, but its still
Nigga limbo in a new DeVille, no license
Gettin' head to fire sirens
Just keep it on my line then
For all inquiries, 8-9 and 2-4-4-9
And for any mutt on my dick or cop tryna find him
Leave, go northeast, gone for a fuckin' week
Prometh' in my teeth, we sleep
For a fuckin' month, off them Xannys
White limousines rollin' on them 33's
But I'd rather fathom me
Grippin' knees, split a blunt, grab her knee
Bad bitch for a niggateen, please
She see semen on her tee, hurt a girl self-esteem
And ask her what's the price for me
And ask the bitch where she really wanna be
If it's with me
Oh, if it's with me
[John FM]
Bet five, nigga, that she love it
And her boyfriend envy, so
Take five, nigga, she been choosin'
Why you lookin' so angry?
Lilly fuck nigga, that's the salt in me
Still snatch your pride and joy, make a bride to be
Seven deadly winnin', roll a L for me
Tell your bitch to relax while she grabbin' my keys
Woah-oh
[John FM]
Add some reverb on that, should be straight
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