Lyrics:
gotta jack-off
It's me and Karol G, we let them rats talk
Don't run up on us, 'cause they lettin' the MACs off
(Rrr!)
Pero si le ponen la canción
in a headlock
Undress 'em, press 'em down in a full nelson
I hit jacks off six-packs of the crooked one
They slip and I'm bookin' 'em
Fuck
GG
That's a fact
Yeah
That's a fact
Yeah
That's a fact
That's a fact
You get crazy when you rolling off the Jack
Went to war for your love I'm still
Knock ya fuckin back off
Knock ya top rack off
You just see jill on the hill
I nocked jack off bi this ain't nursery
This is brain surgery
Skee mask on ma
on bring it on
Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone
It on like that we ain't no joke
So motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke
and can't hold a candle
But even Daniel-san wax off, you jack-offs
Need to come to grips, like a hand job
The boom bap is back with an axe to mumble rap
and ain't take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony,
)
Jack boys trying to jack let that Glizzy off
(GRRRRLOW)
My bih blowing up my phone
(YAH)
She trying to piss me off
(PISS ME OFF)
Pack touched down I’m
rounds
That man is slinky, jacks off, and rappers host his Twinkie
Underarm smell, keep the mics warm, why'all shirts is stinky
Panties look great
of ends
I can fuck her and probably twenty of the bitch's friends (biatch)
Bitch, back off or jack off and quit that jaw-jackin'
And get my
secret in my loft
And built a special costume that would help me to jack off
I sat there in front of the screen
For many years, this had been my wet dream
seeing shit
And I don't want to cheat but I don't be saying shit
I try to jack off he ask me who is you playin' wit?
But I know he love you he told me
20 of the bitches friends
Back off or jack off and
Quit that jaw jackin'
And get my muthafuckin' ends stackin'
You know how my program flow
(But I
could fuck her
And probably 20 of the bitch's friends
Bitch! Back off or jack off
And quit that jaw jackin'
And get my muthafuckin' endz stackin'
You
the jack off hour, girl
You requested it and The Documentary 2 is in your ear
And I am the DJ that is gonna sock some soul to your ass
Not the DJ that can
the absence of my family members
Or penny pinch my dick itchin jack it off with body wash or hand soap
Invisible cloak like Harry Potter
Fuck Logic
His music
(ha)
Time to take them mic skills
Back to the dentist and buy yourself a new grill (fuck you)
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye
Climbing
(ha)
Time to take them mic skills
Back to the dentist and buy yourself a new grill (fuck you)
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye
Climbing
no more booty calls, you gotta jack off
It's me and Karol G, we let them racks talk
Don't run up on us, 'cause they lettin' the MACs off
(Rrr)
a better way
'cause back in the day
You step to a lot a girls and they say back off a lot
You get mad wanting tail, jack off a lot
But hey it's not such
most people are afraid of you, see? They don't know how stupid you are . . . I happen to know that you jack off to a picture of Punky Meadows when you
And if you niggas get pussy, and y'all don't need to jack off
Then all you niggas say, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
And ya don't stop, I keep on bangin
comin' strong
Everything else is jack-off
It all starts with a good song, ha ha
I am the DJ
I play what I play
I am the DJ
Scritch, scritch,
change would do you good)
Would do you good (a change would do you good)
Chasing dragons with plastic swords
Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more
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