Ready7X - John Cena Lyrics

Mama pray I get it right
I'm trying right for her
Jameela pray I get it right
I'm trying right for her

Kiara pray I get it right
I'm trying right for her
I'm trying
New whip on Craigslist

Last one got knocked on
Another twenty-five hundred on underbuckets
Bout to pull a skit in it
After my bitch done with it

No bail warrant
Thug it, shit come with it
Space bag it, ship it
Make sure that it's unscented

Blood moving weight in the pen
Nigga ain't done lifting
Mama said, boy stay consistent
Treat them suckers like new jeans

We pull up and zip them
IPhone having a seizure
After the re-up
Had to take my dick from the bitch

Told her her lease up
These niggas acting like slamming shit
John Cena
John Cena

Shells out the top of the blower
Chewing the muscle tissue
On them late nights with the band
Like I'm Jimmy Kimmel

Blew her tax , refund on a bucket and a dirty pistol
My life changed when my brother died
I cried in that limo
Make a palates on the floor

Rocking Dee Dee's garments
Calling players out of apartments for short yardage
Dey found, slim, guilty
He knew before the court started

Touched doms, face at his wake
Left me cold-hearted
This depression hereditary
It's not postpartum

We ain't friends, we slide
Got dead homies incoming
Use fendi and Balenciaga
To treat the trauma

Last of the eighties, babys
A product of the product
I'll be crying for you
No song will be shining

Cause I feel it when I'm with you