Ay, ay, ay, uh huh
Let these rappers tell it, they on top, but niggas not
Let these rappers tell it, they been hot, but niggas not
Didn't your mama tell you 'bout that lying, need to stop
Siddiq on the beat, I'ma black out
Was gone for a minute, I'm back now
I treat the stu' like a trap house, squeeze on the track 'til it tap out
Matter fact, you should tap in, niggas lines going flat now
I don't clap for no tap dance, only preaching that 'Black, Proud'
Drop 'em off with the left hand like D. Fox out in Sac Town
Olajuwon with the back down, dream shake, where he at now
You should know where we at now, still dream on the nawf side
Wrong word get you hogtied
Mama probably shouldn't have let me outside
Now I'm locked in with the landlords, ten toes planted where I stand for
Take a lot to understand war, this the shit a nigga plan for
This the life a nigga hand-picked, politics make a man sick
Grind the rails like Tony Hawk while you wiped out you ain't land shit
No gimmicks no antics, classic man, I'm an antique
Old soul from the 44, they gon' listen when the man speak
True magician never share his secrets, so you can't look and you can't peep
But the slight of hand quicker than the eye, even if you did, bet you can't see
Ain't no sweat on my technique, ain't no dirt on my namesake
City love me like Astro, like Don Toliver, can't say
In the Flesh was just too short, we want more and we can't wait
Need that real in the worst way, just can't find one that ain't fake
Oh yeah? Shit
Let these rappers tell it, they on top, but niggas not
Let these rappers tell it, they been hot, but niggas not
Didn't your mama tell you 'bout that lying, need to stop
Bingo let them wolves up out the woods, you better not
I'll be there when you need me
Out of sight, out of mind, gotta see it to believe me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
God Body omnipresent, I'll be there when you need me
Out of sight, out of mind, gotta see it to believe me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
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God Body Bingo - John Cena (Can't See Me) Lyrics
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Ay, ay, ay, uh huh
Let these rappers tell it, they on top, but niggas not
Let these rappers tell it, they been hot, but niggas not
Didn't your mama tell you 'bout that lying, need to stop
Siddiq on the beat, I'ma black out
Was gone for a minute, I'm back now
I treat the stu' like a trap house, squeeze on the track 'til it tap out
Matter fact, you should tap in, niggas lines going flat now
I don't clap for no tap dance, only preaching that 'Black, Proud'
Drop 'em off with the left hand like D. Fox out in Sac Town
Olajuwon with the back down, dream shake, where he at now
You should know where we at now, still dream on the nawf side
Wrong word get you hogtied
Mama probably shouldn't have let me outside
Now I'm locked in with the landlords, ten toes planted where I stand for
Take a lot to understand war, this the shit a nigga plan for
This the life a nigga hand-picked, politics make a man sick
Grind the rails like Tony Hawk while you wiped out you ain't land shit
No gimmicks no antics, classic man, I'm an antique
Old soul from the 44, they gon' listen when the man speak
True magician never share his secrets, so you can't look and you can't peep
But the slight of hand quicker than the eye, even if you did, bet you can't see
Ain't no sweat on my technique, ain't no dirt on my namesake
City love me like Astro, like Don Toliver, can't say
In the Flesh was just too short, we want more and we can't wait
Need that real in the worst way, just can't find one that ain't fake
Oh yeah? Shit
Let these rappers tell it, they on top, but niggas not
Let these rappers tell it, they been hot, but niggas not
Didn't your mama tell you 'bout that lying, need to stop
Bingo let them wolves up out the woods, you better not
I'll be there when you need me
Out of sight, out of mind, gotta see it to believe me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
God Body omnipresent, I'll be there when you need me
Out of sight, out of mind, gotta see it to believe me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
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Let these rappers tell it, they on top, but niggas not
Let these rappers tell it, they been hot, but niggas not
Didn't your mama tell you 'bout that lying, need to stop
Siddiq on the beat, I'ma black out
Was gone for a minute, I'm back now
I treat the stu' like a trap house, squeeze on the track 'til it tap out
Matter fact, you should tap in, niggas lines going flat now
I don't clap for no tap dance, only preaching that 'Black, Proud'
Drop 'em off with the left hand like D. Fox out in Sac Town
Olajuwon with the back down, dream shake, where he at now
You should know where we at now, still dream on the nawf side
Wrong word get you hogtied
Mama probably shouldn't have let me outside
Now I'm locked in with the landlords, ten toes planted where I stand for
Take a lot to understand war, this the shit a nigga plan for
This the life a nigga hand-picked, politics make a man sick
Grind the rails like Tony Hawk while you wiped out you ain't land shit
No gimmicks no antics, classic man, I'm an antique
Old soul from the 44, they gon' listen when the man speak
True magician never share his secrets, so you can't look and you can't peep
But the slight of hand quicker than the eye, even if you did, bet you can't see
Ain't no sweat on my technique, ain't no dirt on my namesake
City love me like Astro, like Don Toliver, can't say
In the Flesh was just too short, we want more and we can't wait
Need that real in the worst way, just can't find one that ain't fake
Oh yeah? Shit
Let these rappers tell it, they on top, but niggas not
Let these rappers tell it, they been hot, but niggas not
Didn't your mama tell you 'bout that lying, need to stop
Bingo let them wolves up out the woods, you better not
I'll be there when you need me
Out of sight, out of mind, gotta see it to believe me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
God Body omnipresent, I'll be there when you need me
Out of sight, out of mind, gotta see it to believe me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
John Cena, can't see me
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Writer: Leon Bingham
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