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lirik lagu no hook – john gabbana

[verse]
i’m in the streets for real
taking jits to school ’cause b*tch i teach for real
say my name the wrong way sh*t get hot, i keep that heat for real
they sleep for real, my b*tch she a freak, her p*ssy sweet for real
no peace for real, we don’t play that sh*t boy you’ll get beat for real
breaking down a swisher bout to burn this gelato
no bodyguard, i got that choppa with everywhere i go
buy a bottle, b*tches swallow, feel like i’m johnny bravo
f&n is holding 30 and this b*tch fully auto
d*mn, love my baby momma but that b*tch so toxic
hold up, let me change the motha f*cking topic
john ain’t bout sh*t, psshhh stop it
link up n*gga let’s get sh*t popping
go broke, n*gga i’m plotting
on the next n*gga i’m robbing
on the next n*gga we mopping
turnt up n*gga we mobbing
“look n*gga you know i’m from duval county florida n*gga shut up”
l!ck the bowl, wipe ya nose
touch ya toes, strike a pose
on probation still keep a pole
if i get caught i’m going up the road
but i ain’t getting caught up
don’t get yo self balled up
you n*ggas ain’t raw as us
you n*ggas is soft as f*ck
i keep a toaster, super soaker
once i f*ck b*tch i’ma ghost ya
popped two tabs now i feel like yoda
n*gga be stressing dawg it’s hard to stay sober
still with the sh*ts i ain’t even gon’ hold ya
streets turnt me to a ma f*cking soldier
you know this ain’t sh*t to a vulture
i do this right here for the culture
gotta go hard for the family, getting rap money and scamming
ion even do that dumb sh*t no mo the crackers still on my back tryna bam me
f*ck it, everything dandy
riding in a phantom no danny
if i eat one of them candies
i’ma f*ck that b*tch through her panties
what’s the word
i don’t talk, i just sit back and i observe
ran up a check i think it’s time for me to splurge
yea i love her but that b*tch get on my nerves
you see this hunnit thousand dollars when i smirk
“ayy it’s john gabbana n*gga put some respect on my motha f*cking name lil b*tch”
look, sh*t can get jumping like hopscotch
diamonds be dancing like pop lock
got some good head from a thot thot
if you run up you get shot shot
let me explain, not playing them games
we love to bang, you the know name
boy keep yo head up if everything change
the fake gon’ head out but the real gon’ remain
i’m speaking facts, you making claims
give me the racks, you keep the fame
marionettist, i’m pulling strings
if you don’t want smoke don’t you speak on my name
tell them hating n*ggas to sit down and take notes
don’t hang around bum n*ggas i’m surrounded by goats
girl you gon’ be famous if we f*ck and i post it
out of all them rappers john gabbana the coldest
i’m a different breed, this a breeze
i really do this sh*t with ease
not too many n*ggas can f*ck with me
so many people trust in me
john gabbana feed the streets
my n*gga i bleed these streets
they know wassup with me
real n*ggas gon’ f*ck with me

- john gabbana

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