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​johnwick (lostmydawg) - ​sadboyshaq lyrics

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[intro]
(shy)
(shy, wake up)
(did you tell them?)
hrr (come back)

[chorus]
john wick, i’m goin’ crazy, b*tch, you know i lost my dawg
i’m the best that never want the ring, i feel like chris ball
catch yo’ stupid ass in public, b*tch, i might shoot at the mall
you said they backdoored your cousin, man, i hope they get sawed
pull offmap, i call the shot, lord knows i can’t basketball
they said my f*ckin’ mans was dead, i almost cried up on that call

they speak ’bout you anyway, they wash they mouth after they talk
if i crash what’s the reason, n*gga? (what’s the reason?)
i drop that f*ckin’ bag, he talk ’bout quеasin’, n*gga (ew)
drop a bag on yo’ man, he catch a beatin’ n*gga
he a thug on y5, stop thе tweetin’, n*gga
you could take yo’ photo, you get deleted with ’em
i see it in ’em, choppa make ’em dance, now he got some rhythm
that’s yo’ blood, that’s yo’ slime, now you bleedin’ with ’em
n*gga think he coldhearted ’til this heater hit him

[verse]
ain’t the military, b*tch, you know we stay up on that base
i love christian n*ggas who gon’ write a cross across yo’ face
thought he had a l!ck, he took a pill, that n*gga got lazy
hope he don’t get caught, he k!lled yo’ ass and caused them [?]
i wanna flip a f*ckin’ pack
wanna get a f*ckin’ rack
we in that gang sh*t whippin’ crack
and he just smoked it like a black
we in that f*ckin’ ring, we trade them blows, tit for tat
i gotta write rhymes for these n*ggas, like k and a half
don’t wan’ argue with no n*gga, i ain’t talkin’ this and that
i could never sell my soul, i hope you n*ggas listen back
make a n*gga get st*rdy up on that cam like kai cenat
sacrifice his f*ckin’ soul and then we gotta break it back
if this b*tch do me dirty, best believe that i’ma crash
i can’t even lie, i swear to god, i got a task, huh, sh*t
[chorus]
john wick, i’m goin’ crazy, b*tch, you know i lost my dawg
i’m the best that never want the ring, i feel like chris ball
catch yo’ stupid ass in public, b*tch, i might shoot at the mall
you said they backdoored your cousin, man, i hope they get sawed
pull offmap, i call the shot, lord knows i can’t basketball
they said my f*ckin’ mans was dead, i almost cried up on that call
jessie, they gon’ know yo’ name before i die, before i fall
they speak ’bout you anyway, they wash they mouth after they talk
if i crash what’s the reason, n*gga? (what’s the reason?)
i drop that f*ckin’ bag, he talk ’bout queasin’, n*gga (ew)
drop a bag on yo’ man, he catch a beatin’ n*gga
he a thug on y5, stop the tweetin’, n*gga
you could take yo’ photo, you get deleted with ’em
i see it in ’em, choppa make ’em dance, now he got some rhythm
that’s yo’ blood, that’s yo’ slime, now you bleedin’ with ’em
n*gga think he coldhearted ’til this heater hit him

[outro]
ahem
that’s a beast, my n*gga justin, man
ahem, sh*t
yeah

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