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WWE John Cena & Trademarc
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We Didn't Want You to Know
作词:John Cena, Marc Predka
If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain Show respect to Cen' and Trade Cut the check, believe we're paid
Y'all waitin' for the single to drop Look down on the charts 'cause we sittin' on top Everybody else feelin' the flow If you don't know by now, we didn't want you to know
Get nasty, doin' dirt don't put it past me Appetite for destruction, Axl couldn't slash me I got hounds that found where your stash be They play my sound in towns, rats harass me
They know I'm nice, they ain't bettin' on you That's like playin' roulette and bettin' on blue Cena gon' blow, you goin' no place Snatch your dame, show her my old face
Still walk tall with a staggered stance Plus I hold on the club like I was bagger Vance Make you break dance for me, have you doin' head spins Ship you to D.C., covered in redskins
Catch me in a classic drop low with the wine paint Plus I'm classic on the flow, every line great Believe me, yo the speech is tight I lay you down like when you sleep at night, big business
If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain Show respect to Cen' and Trade Cut the check, believe we're paid
Y'all waitin' for the single to drop Look down on the charts 'cause we sittin' on top Everybody else feelin' the flow If you don't know by now, we didn't want you to know
Y'all are cowards y'all found power and cower The gunpowder a thousand shots an hour leavin' blocks devoured Have your family prayin' for your survival Bust shots and get cops bent out control like a spiral
Man get the fuck on if you got bangers involved Man get the fuck on and keep your chambers revolved Man get the fuck on and get your weight up Man get the fuck on or you get laid up
Sippin' BNB out the scepter 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 It's not trademarc to you dog it's still Mister Sophisticated and Marc's never stuck up I know when to shoot my mouth off and when to shut the fuck up
Every rhyme I write, worth bitin' Every room I'm in, worth micin' I'm artistic, you must have missed it When I said every rapper sucks I was bein' optimistic
If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain Show respect to Cen' and Trade Cut the check, believe we're paid
Y'all waitin' for the single to drop Look down on the charts 'cause we sittin' on top Everybody else feelin' the flow If you don't know by now, we didn't want you to know
Trademarc's mind is dilated Highly rated, madly envied that mean we kindly hated The night crawler brawl and have you missin' When we drag your body out to sea like fishermen And takin' everything that's glistenin'
So run your chain or your dame, it's all the same Just a verb exchanged, you listenin'? Man, I never leak what I think and never sleep 'Cause you miss the point of life when you blink
Fuck with the kid I'll leave you laid up in intensive care This monopoly, I ain't got intent to share When it's time to do business, I got no friends A true hustler, burn the candle at both ends
If anybody on the scene doubt I show 'em so much green You think I'm farmin' fuckin' bean sprouts Wrist iced when I'm cracked ya mold 'Cause revenge is a dish that is best served cold
If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game Neck froze, got a mill' on the chaina Show respect to Cen' and Trade Cut the check, believe we're paid
Y'all waitin' for the single to drop Look down on the charts 'cause we sittin' on top Everybody else feelin' the flow If you don't know by now, we didn't want you to know
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