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Centipede
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Centipede was released on November 11, 2020 by 93 Entertainment as a part of the album John
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AlbumJohn
Release DateNovember 11, 2020
Label93 Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Phelps
John Phelps
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Flexing!)
Flexing Schwarzenegger
I been gettin money on the road
I speak into existence
While you tongue tied
Shorty dumb fine
And she see the way I move
Keep it player, keep it G
And speak with confidence
I just need a mini mansion
Put my mama in
I ain entertaining drama I'ma simplify
Hustle 7 days a week and ball out with my fucking guys
It feels good popping bottles on these couches
Got my own strain yea bitch I got ounces
Feminetics I got lettuce I aint gotta flex it
So impressive I been at it since a adolescent
Cabbage in my jeans, lavish with my team
Jiggin off a bean what the fuck you mean?
Too big for your scene grabbed it off the bean
Time gon tell who the realest in the field
Caught up in a jam most your crew will probably squeal
You looking for a deal, bitch I'm looking for a mill.
Split a pill with my bitch and forget what's on the bill.
If that bitch a milf than I'm a motherfucker
I ain't trippin on a bitch I keep a dozen of em
I hit the weed crawling like a centipede
With my centerpiece
My new seats are peanut butter
Player shit, my wrist froze
Hit the toga with the wrist bro
Whip whip whip then it get gone
Whip whip whip then it get gone
Get gone
Riding through my city
Put my haters in my rearview
Smokin on some loud
From way up here I cannot hear you
You hatin on a young in his grind
And its pitiful
I'm so off the shits I almost crashed the whip
But bitch I'm cool
I got me a new whip, new bitch
But I'm on that same shit
Always been a boss while you
Always been a lame bitch
Watch the way I lane switch
While lil shorty suck me she go
Dummy with that brain shit
Don't even know her name, shit.
I might have to buy the bar
Just to let you know that I ain't playing when I ball
Best believe its 40 for a verse when I talk
I just gotta get a whip and a brand new garage
Lunch is a mirage
You ain't really seeing me
A youngin on his job
Yeah good luck in being me
When I started eating I was told I gotta floss
Started flexing just because
I do what the fuck I want
No one telling me I'm not
If that bitch a milf than I'm a motherfucker
I ain't trippin on a bitch I keep a dozen of em
I hit the weed crawling like a centipede
With my centerpiece
My new seats are peanut butter
Player shit, my wrist froze
Hit the toga with the wrist bro
Whip whip whip then it get gone
Whip whip whip then it get gone
Get gone
Slow down...
Written by: John Phelps
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