John Wick
Lyrics
This is Wick
Yes, John Wick that's right
I'd like to make a dinner reservation for twelve
All black suit just like I'm John Wick
Crash the Range Rover but I woke up in a Cullinan
Bad lil bitch, slim waist what I been fucking on
She from Tennessee, but I might just have to bring her her home
She just woke up and I was already gone
In the space coupe, ain't no telling where I'm even at
Different city every week I think I need a fucking map
Aye, the post traumatic stress wake me up from a nap
They been hating like a bitch since 2015
Dropped my first single, they ain't never think that I could sing
Now I'm rocking shows, I got Rockstar genes
Either you with me, or against me, ain't no going in between
I make this shit look easy like a pro
I been smoking to much weed I think it's time for me to grow
I had to let it go, so I could stop feeling low
Had a feeling I was stuck and now I'm out of that plateau, less go
All black suit just like I'm John Wick
Crash the Range Rover but I woke up in a Cullinan
Bad lil bitch, slim waist what I been fucking on
She from Tennessee, but I might just have to bring her her home
She just woke up and I was already gone
In the space coupe, ain't no telling where I'm even at
Different city every week I think I need a fucking map
Aye, the post traumatic stress wake me up from a nap
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Bitches on my line and they begging for a dinner date
Nine, ten, eleven, fuck twelve imma' drop
Imma' shake the whole world like a motherfucking earthquake
Thinking where did I go wrong
Cant believe I dropped your name in a song
Time finna' tell, just make sure you ain't alone
And if he wanna play with me I swear that imma' pull up in a motherfucking
All black suit just like I'm John Wick
Crash the Range Rover but I woke up in a Cullinan
Bad lil bitch, slim waist what I been fucking on
She from Tennessee, but I might just have to bring her her home
She just woke up and I was already gone
In the space coupe, ain't no telling where I'm even at
Different city every week I think I need a fucking map
Aye, the post traumatic stress wake me up from a nap
This is Wick
Yes, John Wick that's right
I'd like to make a dinner reservation for twelve
All black suit just like I'm John Wick
Crash the Range Rover but I woke up in a Cullinan
Bad lil bitch, slim waist what I been fucking on
She from Tennessee, but I might just have to bring her her home
She just woke up and I was already gone
In the space coupe, ain't no telling where I'm even at
Different city every week I think I need a fucking map
Aye, the post traumatic stress wake me up from a nap
They been hating like a bitch since 2015
Dropped my first single, they ain't never think that I could sing
Now I'm rocking shows, I got Rockstar genes
Either you with me, or against me, ain't no going in between
I make this shit look easy like a pro
I been smoking to much weed I think it's time for me to grow
I had to let it go, so I could stop feeling low
Had a feeling I was stuck and now I'm out of that plateau, less go
All black suit just like I'm John Wick
Crash the Range Rover but I woke up in a Cullinan
Bad lil bitch, slim waist what I been fucking on
She from Tennessee, but I might just have to bring her her home
She just woke up and I was already gone
In the space coupe, ain't no telling where I'm even at
Different city every week I think I need a fucking map
Aye, the post traumatic stress wake me up from a nap
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Bitches on my line and they begging for a dinner date
Nine, ten, eleven, fuck twelve imma' drop
Imma' shake the whole world like a motherfucking earthquake
Thinking where did I go wrong
Cant believe I dropped your name in a song
Time finna' tell, just make sure you ain't alone
And if he wanna play with me I swear that imma' pull up in a motherfucking
All black suit just like I'm John Wick
Crash the Range Rover but I woke up in a Cullinan
Bad lil bitch, slim waist what I been fucking on
She from Tennessee, but I might just have to bring her her home
She just woke up and I was already gone
In the space coupe, ain't no telling where I'm even at
Different city every week I think I need a fucking map
Aye, the post traumatic stress wake me up from a nap
Writer(s): Austin Semo
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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