LP Rambo - Blue Shorts Like John Cena lyrics
[LP Rambo - Blue Shorts Like John Cena lyrics]
Big rack count of course
Your time has ran it's course
Now move up out the way before
I leave you on the floor
I count it like a dork
Poke niggas like a fork
Build the block like handy mandy
Build the squad like Fort
Smoke him like a port
Pull back till that shit sore
I'm higher than a bitch Like i
Sparked up at the port
Right now I'm in some shorts
Like John Cena blue shorts
Bullets through the door
That shit gone make you pour
Leave that boy slumped on the floor
I'm bout to send off some more
She treat my dick like the Lord
I'm opening up Heavens door
You catch me going on tour
That mean the glizzy on tour
How I blend in with the nightsky I'm
In all black like I'm Noir
Give that boy nine
Swear to god these hollow tips make him fly
All in the sky
We 30 deep so you won't comprimse
Best head inside
Go out at night then you in for a right
Homi on sight in the night cause
That's when the police is blind
Ask me if the diamonds fake Ask you
If you been lost your mind
Nigga been ran out of time
Blow you right out of your shine
Grate the cheese up how I grind
Might catch a boy over in Pine
Jesus please give me a sign
Tell me that she will be mine
Big rack count of course
Your time has ran it's course
Now move up out the way before
I leave you on the floor
I count it like a dork
Poke niggas like a fork
Build the block like handy mandy
Build the squad like Fort
Smoke him like a port
Pull back till that shit sore
I'm higher than a bitch Like i
Sparked up at the port
Right now I'm in some shorts
Like John Cena blue shorts
Bullets through the door
That shit gone make you pour
Your time has ran it's course
Now move up out the way before
I leave you on the floor
I count it like a dork
Poke niggas like a fork
Build the block like handy mandy
Build the squad like Fort
Smoke him like a port
Pull back till that shit sore
I'm higher than a bitch Like i
Sparked up at the port
Right now I'm in some shorts
Like John Cena blue shorts
Bullets through the door
That shit gone make you pour
Leave that boy slumped on the floor
I'm bout to send off some more
She treat my dick like the Lord
I'm opening up Heavens door
You catch me going on tour
That mean the glizzy on tour
How I blend in with the nightsky I'm
In all black like I'm Noir
Give that boy nine
Swear to god these hollow tips make him fly
All in the sky
We 30 deep so you won't comprimse
Best head inside
Go out at night then you in for a right
Homi on sight in the night cause
That's when the police is blind
Ask me if the diamonds fake Ask you
If you been lost your mind
Nigga been ran out of time
Blow you right out of your shine
Grate the cheese up how I grind
Might catch a boy over in Pine
Jesus please give me a sign
Tell me that she will be mine
Big rack count of course
Your time has ran it's course
Now move up out the way before
I leave you on the floor
I count it like a dork
Poke niggas like a fork
Build the block like handy mandy
Build the squad like Fort
Smoke him like a port
Pull back till that shit sore
I'm higher than a bitch Like i
Sparked up at the port
Right now I'm in some shorts
Like John Cena blue shorts
Bullets through the door
That shit gone make you pour