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mr. wick - jb gotit lyrics

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(verse 1)
they like jb where you been at

all these b*tches want the tea

i been grinding i been getting to it

b*tch i’m on my feet

they been speaking on me

they don’t know my ear stay in street

popped back on the scene

now all these n*ggas acting scared to speak

ha yeah

these n*ggas internet goons

i run in ya spot and i’m taking ya sh*t

b*tch, gimme da loot

these n*ggas want da smoke wit jb cuz i got the juice
i’ll stump a hoe out in a minute in my timberland boots

these b*tches must bе confused

yeah hmm

mane thеse n*ggas n*ggas ain’t built like that

mane these n*ggas so broke i swear to god

these n*ggas ain’t getting no racks

man these n*ggas gone switch i swear on me

these n*ggas been giving me rat

trendsetter been set the tone

they know jb lead the pack

they know jb get it going

they know jb got it hot

b*tches p*ssy and they know i got
the window and the pot

b*tches bottom feeders

all these n*ggas fighting for a spot

rap god gone head remind these n*ggas

in case you had forgot

(pre*hook)
took a break but i’m lit now

runnin round the town b*tches

know i’m the sh*t now

i know they gone talk

but when i pull up

they don’t get loud

blow a n*gga quick
john wick i’m the sh*t now

(hook)
i’m lit, legit

these n*ggas know i’m on that

and i ain’t, forget

that water on my wrist

yeah, that’s a big piguet

these n*ggas want a problem

call me mr. wick

i’ll blow a n*gga quick

that’s why i’m lit, legit

these n*ggas know i’m on that

and i ain’t, forget

that water on my wrist

yeah, that’s a big piguet

these n*ggas want a problem

call me mr. wick

i’ll blow a n*gga quick

(verse 2)
b*tches ain talking bout to much

i gotta closet of designer i can back it up

n*ggas leeches, blood suckers call em dracula

the way i end these mfs is immaculate

woah layy

i keep some bands in the safe

i am the best and ain’t none of them close to my place

no, it ain’t up for debate

i keep a meal and these n*ggas eyes on my plate

i blow that za to the face

i got my foot on da gas dusting they ass these n*ggas taking a break

all of you b*tches is late, yeah

(pre*hook)
took a break but i’m lit now

runnin round the town b*tches

know i’m the sh*t now

i know they gone talk

but when i pull up

they don’t get loud

blow a n*gga quick

john wick i’m the sh*t now

(hook)
i’m lit, legit

these n*ggas know i’m on that

and i ain’t, forget

that water on my wrist

yeah, that’s a big piguet

these n*ggas want a problem

call me mr. wick

i’ll blow a n*gga quick

that’s why i’m lit, legit

these n*ggas know i’m on that

and i ain’t, forget

that water on my wrist

yeah, that’s a big piguet

these n*ggas want a problem

call me mr. wick

i’ll blow a n*gga quick

- jb gotit lyrics

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