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Jon Doe Flow Lyrics


Artist: Reks

 

Jon Doe Flow Lyrics

Jon Doe Flow by Reks


(Intro)
Ea$y Money, produced by Hazardis Soundz
Let's get it


(Hook)
Most official, my first end post and souls to integree
The f**k you thought this raw, this greedy, this hard
This, this, run for run, none of y'all f**kin' with me
Jon Doe Flow
I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag
I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag

(Verse)
Let's get this sh*t straight, pokin' out yo chest just like you sit fake
Bubble shots line up these rhymers with the switch play
Pussies perpetratin' like they pistoleers
It appears niggas fears is here, flow crystal clear, yeah, buddy
No Harlem Shake will dub ya just to lug ya
Hung you from a bungee king of underground, but not Bun B
Linger in the gutted town, man who shut us down, thugs around
Rollin' small town, whateva you wanna call it
Drama always whateva the multitude
Wanted to get out of proof(?)
I belong elite status, these rappers average
And the industry's a muthaf**kin' napkins(?)
Footon matrice, spit elastic, zig-zag-ish
Not to brag, but I'm sort of a big deal
Run B, flip the color outta fonsie
What it's gon' be? We can keep it coucon, collect and get the reks
With respect, or get the beats, nigga, foamin' out yo neck

(Hook)
Most official, my first end post and souls to integree
The f**k you thought this raw, this greedy, this hard
This, this, run for run, none of y'all f**kin' with me
Jon Doe Flow
I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag
I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag

(Verse: Ea$y Money)
This is not that forbidden fruit Kendric and Cole sh*t
This is kill everybody, Kendric control sh*t
I mean spit ferocious, put me on the track
It's f**k friendship, ya know this, I'm killin' you all
I body bag cats when I jump in the booth
My soldiers all aligned in the front and we shoot
When I spit a verse I'mma make a nigga fear like
I dumped in his roof and he slump in his Coupe
It's ball barz, you don' swim in common sense
Now niggas tryna battle with accomplishments
This cat was raised back in the days when he used to rap a maze
Now they tryna get by cause of they accolades
That sh*t is corney, hommie, that's a fact
Picture J comin' at Nas with a status fact
? with a platinum plat
They done told 'em that sh*t whack, take that sh*t back, my nigga

(Hook)
Most official, my first end post and souls to integree
The f**k you thought this raw, this greedy, this hard
This, this, run for run, none of y'all f**kin' with me
Jon Doe Flow
I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag (zip 'em up)
I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag (yo)

(Verse: Termanology)
You wanna play games? Likin' assassinations in my pay grade
I got goons barely outta 8th grade, a space trade
Run up in yo spot, put acid on yo baby crib
Make yo grandmother gimme head while we take a sh*t
Pull in your hard truck, run up to yo kid's school
Take the whole class, throw 'em in a p**s pool
f**k the world, I'll become a drowse on yo f**kin' house
Shattered the earth to pieces, my dawgs off the leashes
Cut a war with these rappers, cause they the f**kin' weakest
Up in the best camp seekers with all of my releases
Ain't a muthaf**kin' thing change, buddy I treat every match
Like a by thing rain, sonny I'm a king
You a peasant make yo b**ch slave for me
Make her tie my name on her
p**s on your grave for me, you a lame to me
Have my crusader of flame for me
They ain't playn, they'll throw you in the back of the Range for me
I'm a mastermind, you betta respect my war strategy
Kidnappin' 'em, Bin Ladden with bomb strapped to me
Actually, they substractin' me cause they ain't no match for me
Incredible Hulk, destroyin' anybody passin' me
f**k a innocent bystander, we fire hammers
Book rabbits that flier, we take bodies for ransom
I don't give a f**k, f**k rats, take off the mask
I'll body you in real life, zip 'em up, body bag

(Hook)
Most official, my first end post and souls to integree
The f**k you thought this raw, this greedy, this hard
This, this, run for run, none of y'all f**kin' with me
Jon Doe Flow
I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag
I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag



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