Lyrics:
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
dont bore me
If my baby on the way
She put her pussy in my face
Play her vigina finger ring
Through the tunnel on the subway train
Let me brighten up ya
Talk about love, talk about trust, talk about making it worth it
Talk about you, talk about me, Talk about what we can be…
Dont talk about then, Talk
other guys are fake they talk a lot but wouldn't squash a grape
Don't discombobulate them with me we are not the same,
Get out my lane, put on your
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
talk to me
Let's stop playing games, don't turn away from me
Just look me straight in the eyes
Don't try to sweet-talk me
With those nasty words you
Talk to me. (Just like you used to)
Talk to me. (I don't wanna lose you so)
If you want to make this work the way I wanna.
(I ain't gonna force but
like some marmalade
She understands that I don't wanna stay
Making these songs like every day
Catching a bag like every day
I do not care, whatever you
a dream and
I'm seein' demons in my sight
I think I'm dyin'
And I don't see no light
Alright, you listen to me you m***********, it is on
We're coming
dirty slip on cleats
Business discreet, spilling my guts to no bitch, that make me unique
Been a gangsta you can check my fingers, I don't talk on phones
Ayo Tory
I told we gone do the remix
Easy Stevie, easy (ye)
Remix Baby
Talk to me, baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one
off of drug talk
(Told you they don't make niggas like the Butcher no more man)
Yeah, uh
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name off of drug
that's a marmalade
What you know bout power, I ain't talking shows
Take the money out, we see where it goes
Won't catch me out in a litigation
Don't write
be ready to take the smoke
And shorty don't go leaving, you know we got high hopes, baby
Sheeesh
Let me see, baby
See you for all you are
I just want
comparison
These niggas don't got the truth that y'all want, do they?
Think I'm lyin'? Then plan a trip to Chicago today
I was 15, they was fucking with me
on the stove till Christ put a stop to it without an oven mitt
I'm on a roll don't call me Jack because nobody's flopping it pancake
I don't have to have been
tell by my hoodie
Cut the small talk let's get right to the business
I don't really wanna talk we ain't talk about benjis
Cut the small talk let's get
baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck
By them same motherfuckers who supposed to be killin me
Peelin me, and ya niggaz ain't feelin me
Bad news,
phones and we fail to see the good
(Sometimes like you gotta look around, you feel me
Don't just be pressing your phones like )
Same old story I hear
places
cnd I won't talk 'bout money cos I don't have enough pages
You can't read anyway so also give thanks to images
Sorry if you get mad, I'm no reason
Baby don't just sit alone in silence
Baby you can lean on me and we can talk about it
Baby you can turn around and we can talk about it
Baby you can lean
a friend, I want a million bucks
(Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this
don't speak on it nowadays, I just meditate
Y'all can have the bars nigga, I spit hard metal gates
Henry Louis Gates when I cop me some new estate (cop)
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