Lyrics:
done changed from when you left it
Oo yeah yeah yeah
She see I'm up and now she miss me
She miss me yeah
She hit my jack when she feel empty
Feel empty
Leather apron
In his sights there's no escaping
Black plague, resurrection
Doctor Doom of mass dissection
Discretion is advised
Blood runs in Whitechapel
Up
than your posture
Your always right, at least in your mind, reason declined, why I even bother
BRcKE
Between you and me you barking up the wrong
Hit the road, jack
And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, jack, and don't you come back no more
Hit the road, jack
Damn
Fuckin' on ya lil' bitch, I feel like Mike Jack
Why these bitches playin' with my hype, like I don't like that
When I put a dick inside her
(I said hit the road Jack)
Rest in piss bitch (I said hit the fucking road)
Yeah and if you come back then them hitters blasting
I walked up in
Hit him up and put him in a pack
Spin his hood ion care what he jack
I got a Glock with a switch onna back
Hit his bitch and I'm slimy no slat
He
Yeah
Blimey, say Jack
I don't know why they hate me
I just don't know
I don't know why they hate me
Man, this shit here jack crazy
Baby mama won't
Sit down, hold back
You gon' end up forgotten
Him now, old Jack
Ay, fuck bein' modest
Dripped out, tote bag
In some ISSEY MIYAKE
Lit now, gold plaques
I'm on the phone with Cactus Jack
Tell 'em send another pack
I put Texas on my back
(on my back)
Brand new Supra & it's matte
Drive Toyota
you where you wanted to go
All I've ever owned is an old C, Chevy truck
Cuddled up, get you falling in love on the bench seat
Don't mind me, I'm
the old train track
where Homeless Jack tells them same old stories
how he used to live with these two fugitives
that he'd stone-faced insist were just
One for the trouble
Two for the bass
Three to get ready
Let's rock this place
Yeah, yeah
Get up, get up, get up
Check one
Hoody black,
the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out
Feels so good, feels so good
Fuck the tab we run it
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP
Everyone raise up your cup
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP
Cause tonight we celebrate
Aye, woo! Woo!
Run, Run, Run The Jewels
Gangster like you wake up in Dickies and load the clippy
The reign of our ascension makes statisticians feel
mean, I can't even feel my legs like I'm froze
And I wanna get me dome,
But I can't even take her home
I wanna go, but my girl keep blowin' up my
-in another nigga's state
Up on another nigga's stage
Up in another nigga's face
Some of the crowd finishes Arsonal's slogan
While other fans boo loudly
hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack like in bed?
If it's really juicy
It could make you rich!
Make it nice and fruity
Tell us what Astor said
How did he persuade you
When he got
nimble, Jack be quick
Jack jumped over the candlestick
He jumped so high up above
He landed in the cradle of love
Well rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top
drop glass
Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard dash
I'ma bank head
sleeping on me. No pillowcase
If we comparing rappers to rappers and apples to apples
There's no one who stacking up. I'll send 'em packing
Like Jack
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