Lyrics:
her fucking daddy
I said hit the road Jack and if you come back then them hitters blasting
You the opposition, catch me pissing in your fucking casket
like this out of the box
Since Sir John Schorne put Jack in a box
Aye wind down
Ass finna pop
Made her wine it down
Settle on Johnson
Don't chat too much
on the highway
Kick back on your way home
We got Jack Johnson coming your way
"You and your heart, you and your heart"
When you're tired of waiting you can get
a dead body
Just call me Norman he's a psycho that I embody
Take the shovel hit you through the head Jack baker prolly
Got a croc starin but he lost his
a boss
Keep a glock twenty seven
Eddie George
Nigga hit me for Peyton Manning
Got half of brick here on the counter
I need sixteen Joe Montana
Cash
gothic
I'll pull the fully out and bring
The ho up out 'em big roll on me
Got yo' bitch in here blowing Johnson
In that widebody doing donuts, I'm
yeah, pull up with the broom do a street sweep (sweep sweep)
Shit did it this cece (coco)
Swag on repeat (drip drip)
Day by the day (day by the day)
wasn't sour
Hit a double drum chant getting louder (chant getting louder)
Mulan bitch wanna fuck for an hour
Start sucking dick bitch enough of the powder
You gon' lick it
I'm gonna shove it, ugh-ugh, ugh
When I hit it from the back
You commence to cap
Grab yo toy baby grab yo strap
I'ma kick back
the greatest, you just the latest,
I'm loved by your grand mama, and your baby
[Chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack in the box,
You can't
Let it go let it go leave it on the low
Get is slow get it slow that is all i know
Let it go jack fuck the bitch and cut the throat
Hundred
Well excuse me mate
But you're pushing at the bar
The fella's been waiting
There longer by far
Nevermind the queue
Isn't it just like you
Time to sit
Forty
Yeah
Okay okay
Aye
Michael Jackson when I'm stepping, Michael Jackson when I move
Every night a Thriller when you stepping how Forty do
Jack
more than a brand
Swank Gang going hard in the land
Stay true to my promises
Walk away you don't understand
Mike Jack if you call it bad
I might jack if
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Off these mother fuckers that I'm tryna kill, but
Fuck 'em all boy, I don't care bitch, they can all go to hell
You can take an L, while you hangin' by
around
Locked up they ain't hold me down
Hit a lick now they know me now
First class flights flying outta town
I come from ah small town
Where we Rock it
snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.
I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off
by damn.
Finally, find out what I am is a family man.
And don't expect me to hit the road
At a moment's notice without my suitcase
With some
don't follow rules, then put her ass through hell
Told a nigga, hit my jack, but ain't no one hit my cell
I know that gangy got my back, but I'm spinnin'
"Take Jimmy Johnson
Take Tommy Thompson
Take my best friend, Bo
Take anybody that you want as
Long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy
a little doubt
Yeah, that's it, I'm out
And I'm gone
(Jack is producing bangers)
(So when I die, remember the kid hit it hard)
(Yeah, that's it, I'm out)
nigga and jacked by the homicide
No joke, but the girl weren't flinching
(Why's that?)
Plead the fifth, when they begin to mention
A young buck got smoked
Doggy underwear
For all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
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