Paroles de la chanson SEAN JOHN FREESTYLE par Surf

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Paroles de la chanson SEAN JOHN FREESTYLE par Surf

Amore, te amo
(Yeah)
(Haha)
(Yeah)

I ain't playin' no more checkers, man it's chess (Chess)
If you catch me with a hoe, lay me to rest (Yeah)
I ain't playin' by the rules, I killed the ref (Yeah)
I ain't livin' right, I'm scorin' with the left (Left)
I been playin' bully ball like LeBron (Yeah)
You fuckin' with a pro, I ain't no rookie, ain't no cons (No cons)
He ain't got no motive, he be livin' for no reason (No reason)

He ain't got no motion, took his gun to the pond (Pond)
He wishin' for a miracle, the coin inside the pond (Pond)
She feelin' on my john (John), I'm feelin' like I'm Sean (Sean)
I'm rollin' up a wood (Woah), its big like Sean (Sean)
She lickin' on my john (Woah), she spit 'till it shine (Yeah)
I'm ready to slide, don't tempt me (Don't tempt me)
I be with the blues, Mordecai and Rigby (Yeah)
I ain't regular, my girl look like Pamela
I'll wet the whole block just to get my damage up
Lately I been chillin', tryna stack a million
All wax the price like the gas was Brazilian (Dummy)

If the shoe don't fit, don't wear it (Dummy)
If it don't come with a box, I ain't gettin' it (Dummy)
I'm just tryna give her rod, man Dennis (Dummy)
Tryna put it in her mouth like a dentist (Dummy)
Life gettin' hard, tryna play it like a scrimmage (Yeah)
Gun inside the mall, Paul Blart up at Lenox (Ha)
Niggas livin' backwards like Yoda
I ain't sleepy, I put drank inside my soda (Woah)
I want a G-Wagon, she want a Range Rover (Woah)
She mad inside the PJ, I flipped the plane over
How the hell you mad on vacation (On vacation)
??? around all these Jamaicans (Jamaican)
Change races, smoke 'till I'm Asian
Three light days in the jail, no Asics
Tried to test me, but I aced it
Took her home, ate her like an Edible Arrangement

Took her home, I ain't even tell her I was famous
Third base, closer to a milli', I can taste it
Marni sweater on me, I be lookin' like a Wookiee (Wookiee)
Want me in your city, nigga told them boys to book me (Book me)
Funny how I'm always top ten on the list, but they actin' like bitches, 'cause they always overlook me (You ruin everything)

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