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Uau, uau, stomp-boxez, prea mult Jack London
Fără poze sau dialoguri știi că
Am un scut tectonic, uite un scurt istoric
Nu-i vina mea că tactu'
Îi
Or like twenty times i'll help your soul
Just as soon as I go fix mine
She's off a bean
Now she's rolling like Jack and Jill
She's not herself when she's
you passive, what?
Moving a way I can't jack you, what?
Soon be left in the past tense, what?
She love how I get shawty say I'm attractive
Baby just
me on a real glitch
Crazy nigga only fuck me off a bean
He fuck good me i still do that nigga green
You keep on talking nigga ima make a scene
Call it
a bean that's what I was told
So this all real talk cause it's straight from the soul
Cause everytime im in my feeling I just go to my notes
When I ask
Bitch come over here lemme see it
No mike jack, I jus wanna beat it
Two twin glocks, that's Bonnie and Clyde
Lil shorty a freak and she tryna come
like that
Say he sound, "oh too much like Jack"
Yea I know I'm from the Ville, but the shoes don't match
Smoke thrax, 'till the windows black
I'm gon
as rice and buttered beans
Hustle I can instruct you on how to be sucker free
My chicks divas, ya'lls barely hit the meter
We bangin' the yard, ya'lls ain't
bitches, now, I leave 'em all on seen
Moon walkin' on the dope, Mike Jack, Billie Jean
Whole team got them Glocks in this bitch with twenty beams
Whole
they were selling class
Now they ain't in my class, class
V.I.P. that's Chip
No beans just chips
Got the weed, got the Rizzla
But there's no spliff
I got three things that cure me and one is Jim Bean. Second is my psychic Jack, I don't know when I'm coming back. I keep the crown from backed up
the increase gettin jack right in front of me
So I pull the tech close, my finger's on the trigger
Don't want to get wet, so they step
Cause mine's is slighty
don't know why (i don't either)
is it because i say fuck you and your bean pies?
and no, i don't want no final call
i smoke skunk and still say man
Chicken Box, corn dog, hot grits, pecan logs, watermelon, pigs feet, fried squirrel, head cheese.
Pork brains, sweet tea, hamhocks, butter beans
uppa, the demon bucka
The one who got's demons and beans on his plate for suppa
I be the nuttest one in the who clan
Wit mack 10s, switch blades
black jelly beans
I'm on the scene in my jeans, smokin' weed from a sac
Muthafucka, where you at? I got cocaine raps
Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice
plots of celery
Got bouncing beans, mashed money
In this cultural agri clash
Cows bite the grass like
It's covered in honey. Snuggles
The bunny,
don't know why (i don't either)
is it because i say fuck you and your bean pies?
and no, i don't want no final call
i smoke skunk and still say man
fathers
Last year, was eatin' Bush beans
Now we havin' Pinot and pasta (Uh, huh)
Still dreaded like a Rasta (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I whip the Chevy like a Mazda
like a lobster trap
It's the s to the p-o-s-e
So broke can't afford no jet ski (nope)
Mix Jack Daniels with pepsi
'til you think my balls are sexy
Stir
a gun out on bond in three states
Can't catch me
SRT
Super unleaded my gasoline
Used to jack off with that vaseline
Locked up in that cell with a bag
The Charlie don't hit without Benji (like, what?)
It's like, how many dead niggas do y'all got? (Like, what?)
Free the guys, they score like a Wock'
He jack
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