Lyrics:
nigga! Trill trill ass nigga)
You claim you got much dope
And you got much backup
But you ain't got jack shit to
Make this nigga slack up
So if you wanna
your weave done
Honey read my lips you can beg all you want
But you gets jack shit
I don't play, I work hard for my money
5, 6, 7 days a week, shit ain't
moonwalking, Smooth Criminal
Ha-ha-ha, nah, for real, I feel like Mike Jack
So much money in my jeans, bitch, the blues visible
Huh, bitch, we call that shit
Smooth Criminal
Ha ha ha, nah, for real
I feel like Mike Jack
So much money in my jeans, bitch
The blues visible
Huh, bitch, we call that shit a "thigh
them nines
Tryna grip your mind, searching, you search what you find
Came up with jack-shit up out that wishing well
Left with this black skin
all you weak minded, sideways suckas
You can't deny it, it's like doing a bid and not learning jack shit
Where my old Tony Touch take, and ask me
attack us
Jack shit suave more debonaire about your black ass
Slick pose with another gold hit
By self eliminate a motherfucker whole click
All
Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch)
Another year and I ain't get shit
(Another year I ain't get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
a mic cord
I'm a rap lord, suckers always get me bored
Saying that they that and this
Ayo they get me pissed, cause motherfuckers ain't jack shit
I'm
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
and don't look back
The past don't owe you jack, shit
We are leaving them back, spit
I Kurpted y'all just that Quik
time|Stripping down your neck, now you're living the die time|Don't hold back, I don't take jack|My shit is tabu, like my sister's ass crack||[Verse 2]|Call
loading them nines
Tryna grip your mind, searching, you search what you find
Came up with jack-shit up out that wishing well
Left with this black skin
[Chrous]
[Sheek]
Yo, hey yo, my whole click been ConAir, every time we fly but we don't jack shit
We play it cool when in doubt no cash, plastic, gats
shit
They wanna know how i do this
They want all of the secrets
Bitch you won't get jack shit
Get there yourself & I'll see when you make it
Fuck
the vmas
Not to be amazed
But I know that shit was craze
Scratch that where my bottle at?
Scrap that if it ain't Jack
Bad bitch where my lap dance
Savage
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
all you weak minded, sideways suckas
You can't deny it, it's like doing a bid and not learning jack shit
Where my old Tony Touch take, and ask me
I don't gotta take shit shit from nobody
If she want a pic she betta give it sloppy
They can run they can hide they can copy
Jack styles new shit I
with a piston neva felt that before she high bruv
I'm so crazy when I'm talking shit
Imagine bringing a piston to fuck a bitch "what"
Lumber Jack shit
a play so I bought another gun (With a drum)
Jack Chan shit ain't no double for the stunt (No)
Bitch drank me up like Casamigos (Casamigos)
Shoot that shit
from a Maverick
Jack shit
I do whatever for the balance
Challenge me you gon end up in claska crumbled in a napkin
cnd when you thaw out you wonder
None of you know jack shit about farming but I do so fuck you these are my potatoes.
way that you could think of
Like get it
You could never
Come and kick it with my niggas
Niggas spinning Mike Jack Thriller
Shit if Tik Tok banned then I
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