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I'll hit the ceiling Or else I'll tear up this town So now I gotta cut loose Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my
Raised out the gutter I was in trap Flipping up them packs Running up them rack Yea Lost it all I ain't going back Then I let it stack Tell hit my
and morty I be sipping jack or sipping 40s What you have to say is not important Can't stay till the morning cause she boring These niggas fucking up my
Run up on me worda gang you get clapped He was talking on live and got shot in his back Don't try to compete wit me why would you try When i caught
you heard(aye, let's get it man) Aye Hit my jack Where he at You could find that nigga in trap counting up stacks Check his watch, higher up my stock
forget the jack Mud tires pearl snaps Old Justin boots And a dirty ball cap We like it loud we like it fun With the girl riding shotgun Load Em Up Load Em
going up they do not have a chance Now I been going up I Been tryna get these bands, ya Jack Rutstein: I feel like the man when I'm running up these
the road, Jack, Jack" Don't call me mister (oh) Girl, I've broken up with ya Love me now, my name is bigger Girl, I'm giving you the finger 'Cause
he answers Sandy Claws will be no more You're so stupid, think now If we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will
he answers Sandy Claws will be no more You're so stupid, think now If we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will
he answers Sandy Claws will be no more You're so stupid, think now If we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will
in your brain Nigga at close range Run up with your Roley your Rings and your motherfuckin chain Haters, you funny mayne I'm 'bout my money mayne Bitch
like a parade See I come from Detroit and it's all about Dylan When I Black Jack five dollas stacked to the ceiling In my V12 'Boomin' Words'
your ass, the real deal Had to send your ass, the real deal I had to line 'em up, line 'em up You niggas quack me up Daffy, Donald Duck Stunt,
jealousy [Baatin] Spread the word, that nigga's hardcore Envious Emcee, lyrics are *Cagore* Rhythm up, cause I'm the real Jack Ripper (Uh-huh) I call
on my left, Jack on my right Blowin' that smoke on a Friday night Waylon turned up on the JBL Girl, you probably think I'm going through hell But I
Ran up a check and I didn't look back Don't want your bitch, that hoe was wack What is you doing? Run up a sack She want to argue, I won't react
That’s my job, tell em stop Keep your demons in the loop, tell em call me if they want Yeah you’re gone, off that Jack and that John No it’s not for
up) What up, cat? It's my stick shift You automat' ATM plans and a cell phone jack When y'all jokers snap, my mic got LoJack 'Cause I've been getting
strollin' 40's I'll be holdin' Girls in the daisys drive eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rollin' down crenshaw see the hoe's joggin'
A little hand clap for some funk faces And make your body move in the following places Goes up your back and then down your spine And when it hits your
places Goes up your back and then down your spine And when it hits your head Okay then back to baseheads Dance like you just won at the special
to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas
Run up that bag Run up that bag Run up that bag Run up that bag Run up that bag Run up that bag Run up that bag Run up that bag Young nigga run
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