Johnny Test

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TrDee - Rap, Trap

Johnny Test

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[Intro] Got a head of fiery hair, and a turbo-charged backpack [Verse] Get your ass shot trying to test me, I ain't Johnny Baby not the cutest, but she do got her a body (Okay) Really startin' to think dick sucking is your hobby (Lame) You don't shoot your gun like it don't work, he got a Tommy Light skinned baddie with a fatty look like Gina (Ha, ha) Mini Draco got more kick on it than Fifa You dont' know how to ball, Coach Carter, I can teach you (Come on) Slide down and leave shells everywhere like Easter When his ass got caught your dog was talking just like Dukey Riding around the city, like JT I got a Uzi (I got a Uzi) Being broke a joke, but being broke do not amuse mе (It don't) You gonna know how much I meant to you when you lose mе (No cap) Why they still sleeping on me like a pillow? (Why?) Why you hit the mall if you gon' leave that bitch with zero? (Why?) Why you think you cop? I guess that you ain't get the memo (Why?) Why you think that she gon' let you fuck if you a weirdo? (You a lame) Give it up, hang it up, don't even think about it (Give it up) Baddie pulled up with a baddie I was so excited (Let's go!) Playing with that kitty cat just like Joe Exotic (Okay) It don't matter what it costs, it's really how you rock it (No cap) Niggas act like bitches, they Madea (Niggas hoes) Don't discriminate I like my hoes like a zebra (Like 'em white) Baby hold it down when I'm gone, she's a keeper (She hold it down) I'mma call her ass Sasha Banks, she a diva (Bitch bad) Tryna fuck a set of twins, where the Test sisters? (Where they at?) Bae, I'm not finna chase you, you are not liquor (I'm not) Left my kids on her bed, she my babysitter I know last night was lit because I don't remember I know they want to catch me slipping, so I'm people watching Only thing I drop is credit no we can't squash it (We can't) Told the jeweler make it dance any Kay Flock'ed it Kareem hook, if I shoot my shot she can't block it (She can't) Look at my neck, bling bling, just like Eugene (Ha, ha) Mr pull up with that ladder like I'm roofing Why the fuck you got a gun if you ain't shooting? (What the fuck?) Took a nigga bitch and showed her how to do some new things (I did) Took a trip and now I'm in the bay like Klay Thompson Bitch ain't got a ring yet, she's like James Harden Backwood full of opps, why I keep coughin' Finna crack her like a beer, call me Steve Austin (Come here) It don't matter, under pressure I'ma keep balling What go around come around, life is revolving Double G jogging suit, but I ain't jogging Would've thought we celebrating, I got cake often (I got cake often) Why you in the same fit like a cartoon? It ain't shit to pull up with that chopper, make it go boom You used to be the nicest guy, when did you turn goon? Gotta know around with the heat even in June We can make some money what's yo' social, boo? (What's yo' social?) Fuck a nigga bitch when it ain't nothing to do (Break her back) Talking to the money I'm in love with you (I love you) Snow bunny, pussy pink, Majin Buu (Fuck) You be with the opps, I cannot fuck with you (I can't fuck with you) First pick she the coldest out the group (Come here) Been balling think I should have went to Duke (I been balling) Made her lap up with a friend because we in the coupe I just made a double double you can call me Jokić (Joker) Get to shooting like a Curry stan, locked and loaded Thought you was tough, like a MacBook, yo' ass folded Bars came off the top, I ain't even wrote it [Outro] Bitch No cap (I swear to God) ShittyBoyz shit Know how we playin'

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  • TrDee