Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But damn she is the baddest
Hall of fame she need a ballot
Throwing me off my balance
My energy too pure for malice
She come in this bitch with no manners
She leave with her back her got dammit
She cool with it
Playing with that thang might fool wit it
Fourth down throw it like I'm moon yea
Don't act like you don't know what to do wit it
Went to the A now i don't see yo face
Im always faded by end of the day
Cause all of them fake all of them fake
None of them real might need four on my waist
Tell her I'm on the way go ahead and fix me a plate
Heard lil mama gona get her a taste
If one in her face, she into that nasty shit
See a young nigga moving and passing shit
Like i don't even wanna bag her
I dont wanna bag her
Move the offense down like manning yea
Call me an animal cause
Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But damn she is the baddest
Hall of fame she need a ballot
Come off the edge jaged
See want me to sing to her
Got peaches and cream for her
I can't be chasing you like I'm a DB
If i was that thirsty i would get a Fiji
Number one pick like I'm snapping a Fuji
She think i love her but i really love her booty
I aint bout to sit through a whole damn movie
F*ck cinemax tryna reach climax ohhwee
F*ck this love shit cause hoes so damn ohhwee
Going in with my chips like my name john gruden
Hard to focus when she walk around wit her thang pokin
Stroking smooth in that thang no lotion
She got me in a daze yea so hard to refocus
She just wanna blaze yea keeping my eyes open
Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But damn she is the baddest
Hall of fame she need a ballot
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Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But damn she is the baddest
Hall of fame she need a ballot
Throwing me off my balance
My energy too pure for malice
She come in this bitch with no manners
She leave with her back her got dammit
She cool with it
Playing with that thang might fool wit it
Fourth down throw it like I'm moon yea
Don't act like you don't know what to do wit it
Went to the A now i don't see yo face
Im always faded by end of the day
Cause all of them fake all of them fake
None of them real might need four on my waist
Tell her I'm on the way go ahead and fix me a plate
Heard lil mama gona get her a taste
If one in her face, she into that nasty shit
See a young nigga moving and passing shit
Like i don't even wanna bag her
I dont wanna bag her
Move the offense down like manning yea
Call me an animal cause
Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But damn she is the baddest
Hall of fame she need a ballot
Come off the edge jaged
See want me to sing to her
Got peaches and cream for her
I can't be chasing you like I'm a DB
If i was that thirsty i would get a Fiji
Number one pick like I'm snapping a Fuji
She think i love her but i really love her booty
I aint bout to sit through a whole damn movie
F*ck cinemax tryna reach climax ohhwee
F*ck this love shit cause hoes so damn ohhwee
Going in with my chips like my name john gruden
Hard to focus when she walk around wit her thang pokin
Stroking smooth in that thang no lotion
She got me in a daze yea so hard to refocus
She just wanna blaze yea keeping my eyes open
Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But damn she is the baddest
Hall of fame she need a ballot
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But damn she is the baddest
Hall of fame she need a ballot
Throwing me off my balance
My energy too pure for malice
She come in this bitch with no manners
She leave with her back her got dammit
She cool with it
Playing with that thang might fool wit it
Fourth down throw it like I'm moon yea
Don't act like you don't know what to do wit it
Went to the A now i don't see yo face
Im always faded by end of the day
Cause all of them fake all of them fake
None of them real might need four on my waist
Tell her I'm on the way go ahead and fix me a plate
Heard lil mama gona get her a taste
If one in her face, she into that nasty shit
See a young nigga moving and passing shit
Like i don't even wanna bag her
I dont wanna bag her
Move the offense down like manning yea
Call me an animal cause
Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But damn she is the baddest
Hall of fame she need a ballot
Come off the edge jaged
See want me to sing to her
Got peaches and cream for her
I can't be chasing you like I'm a DB
If i was that thirsty i would get a Fiji
Number one pick like I'm snapping a Fuji
She think i love her but i really love her booty
I aint bout to sit through a whole damn movie
F*ck cinemax tryna reach climax ohhwee
F*ck this love shit cause hoes so damn ohhwee
Going in with my chips like my name john gruden
Hard to focus when she walk around wit her thang pokin
Stroking smooth in that thang no lotion
She got me in a daze yea so hard to refocus
She just wanna blaze yea keeping my eyes open
Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But damn she is the baddest
Hall of fame she need a ballot
Writer: Zachary Byrd
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