Текст (слова) песни: John Cena f Tha Trademarc - Don`t Fuck With Us

[John Cena]
We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
We spittin heat on your block
We new to the game, but runnin the spot
Numbin your knot, with basslines that`ll make ya neck break
This rook`ll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate
Open your mind without makin ya meditate
We real champs; y`all just featherweight
Time to get it straight, I push your wig back
Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac
Beefin with us? We`re leavin you face down
Stompin bitch rappers like I`m straight outta A-Town
Runnin the playground like it was a track meet
Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq`s feet
We into big things, bank account`s overgrown
All types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provolone
Guaranteed to burn wax like candles
Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels

[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
Y`all, bitch, crews, don`t wanna fuck with us
Y`all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust

[Tha Trademarc]
It`s Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof
I`m God, as if you needed some proof
You ain`t hard I can see it on you, {?}
Fuck a droptop, crop if I`m creepin on you
Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you
Spittin back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin on two, I put a beatin on you
Your sound`s tired buddy, that`s why I`m sleepin on you
We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhide
The sound of God slide with a raw vibe
Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots
So sick, I`ve been handlin flows, since enamel was gold tooth
And branded by low
You cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 below
You slow, you be the last to think
My hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks

[Chorus]

[John Cena]
I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitches
We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes
Clean you like dishes but I ain`t no busboy
You ain`t family, you ain`t earnin my trust boy
Seen too many bitches that`ll double cross ya
We bring more drama than the Laker roster
Get the click pissed, ain`t nobody can save ya
Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela

[Tha Trademarc]
Marc Predka`s the name, the rest of you lame
I`m ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frame
I refine my game by fuckin famous bitches
But it`s all the same, it`s just ex to the next
for sex or brain, misses or Mrs.
Married or not, my game don`t stop
It`s cars bars bonds and stocks you ain`t see my flow
Y`all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: John Cena f Tha Trademarc - Don`t Fuck With Us [John Cena] We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks We spittin heat on your block We new to the game, but runnin the spot Numbin your knot, with basslines that`ll make ya neck break This rook`ll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate Open your mind without makin ya meditate We real champs; y`all just featherweight Time to get it straight, I push your wig back Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac Beefin with us? We`re leavin you face down Stompin bitch rappers like I`m straight outta A-Town Runnin the playground like it was a track meet Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq`s feet We into big things, bank account`s overgrown All types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provolone Guaranteed to burn wax like candles Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels [Chorus 2X: John Cena] Y`all, bitch, crews, don`t wanna fuck with us Y`all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust [Tha Trademarc] It`s Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof I`m God, as if you needed some proof You ain`t hard I can see it on you, {?} Fuck a droptop, crop if I`m creepin on you Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you Spittin back live rounders, with five pounders If we meetin on two, I put a beatin on you Your sound`s tired buddy, that`s why I`m sleepin on you We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhide The sound of God slide with a raw vibe Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots So sick, I`ve been handlin flows, since enamel was gold tooth And branded by low You cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 below You slow, you be the last to think My hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks [Chorus] [John Cena] I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitches We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes Clean you like dishes but I ain`t no busboy You ain`t family, you ain`t earnin my trust boy Seen too many bitches that`ll double cross ya We bring more drama than the Laker roster Get the click pissed, ain`t nobody can save ya Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela [Tha Trademarc] Marc Predka`s the name, the rest of you lame I`m ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frame I refine my game by fuckin famous bitches But it`s all the same, it`s just ex to the next for sex or brain, misses or Mrs. Married or not, my game don`t stop It`s cars bars bonds and stocks you ain`t see my flow Y`all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Don`t Fuck With Us: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/9249.html Все тексты песен: John Cena f Tha Trademarc » John Cena f Tha Trademarc - Don`t Fuck With Us » John Cena f Tha Trademarc - Just Another Day » John Cena f Tha Trademarc - The Time is Now » John Cena f Tha Trademarc - Right Now » John Cena f Tha Trademarc - If it All Ended Tomorrow » John Cena f Tha Trademarc - Running Game » John Cena f Tha Trademarc - This is How We Roll » John Cena f Tha Trademarc - We Didn`t Want You to Know » John Cena f Tha Trademarc - Make it Loud » John Cena f Tha Trademarc - Chain Gang is the Click Рекомендуем скачать: » Леонид Утесов - Все хорошо, прекрасная маркиза » Лада Дэнс - Жить нужно в кайф » Ленинград - Хуйня » Ленинград - Суд » Лесоповал - Письмо матери » Любовь Миненкова - Слова » Леонид Ваксман - Провинциальный роман » Леонид Нахамкин - Я сам себе построил дом и не жалел гвоздей... » Любовь Захарченко - Мотоцикл » Ленинград - Люба » Лесоповал - Заповедь » Леонид Ваксман - Все с Гамлетом ясно » Любэ - Шпарю » Линда - Chains & Rings » Линда - ТАМ ГДЕ Я И ТЫ » Леонид Нахамкин - Мы с тобой полюбили окраины... » Леонид Утесов - Лейся, песня » Лолита Милявская - Мужчины любят нас немного лет » Лилия Третынко - И зёрна дождя прорастают соцветьями зонтиков... » Лилия Хайлис - Страдания
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