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sharper than tacks Get you thrown like some jacks (Jacks) A-All these bitches with these tassels On they titties tryna text I don't give a fuck if None
it, I showed four jacks, he started wilding This son of **** all night, he set me up He check, check, he trapped me We gotta know how to play your
Young Harleezy, y'all grew up shootin' RPGs I was in the seventh grade sellin' hard CDs (that's true) I was on stage, talent show, heart beatin'
Hello children Black Jack Johnson NYC, R-O-C-K-I-N-G Sun and the moon, earths, stars, and planets Before song done y'all goin' all understand it
wasted I'd give you my heart, but I'd just fuck it up we'd end up, we'd end up wasted La la la la la la la Night after night, day after day Jack
forth to oppose him) Up the stick and chop a limb off, Samurai Jack Five ball the quick way, lil' brodie stackin' five jacks Hitman collectin' souls
stole But don't let that shit leak 'Cause nigga I get swole Niggas tryna get in to get at me Put me up on game tellin' me who gon' jack me But ever
Watch me when I roll up Watch gleam when I roll up Mad green when I roll up Bad ting when I roll up Half sleeves when I roll up Hands a speak when I
up, yeah We know what's up, yeah You ain't tryna hear about Gina I don't wanna talk about Peter Pass that phone I'll delete him Don't need him,
you make dat ass roll like a 24 Now I could tell from back in tha days when we was shawtys in tha hood Dat you was gone grow up to be thick as hell
blow up, eh And I can drink until I throw up, eh And I don't ever ever want to grow up, eh I wanna keep it going, keep, keep, keep it going (going)
it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the money no more we just throw it And make 'em pick it all up Money strapped to my waist Somewhere
blow up, eh And I can drink until I throw up, eh And I don't ever ever want to grow up, eh I wanna keep it going, keep, keep, keep it going (going)
microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe,
microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe,
3-D is a G coming at you Words in my rap will surprise you like Cracker Jacks You dig them like Sugar Smacks and bite them like Apple Jacks
hoes, Jack Trip, yeah (I stay with two hoes, Jack Trip) And they say that three is company and four is a crowd But not if you one of the illest realest
hoes, Jack Trip, yeah (I stay with two hoes, Jack Trip) And they say that three is company and four is a crowd But not if you one of the illest realest
and they still come Eating from the game, when you know the meal's done Yelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrims Hold up baby, sit still son Whoa, this
Hear shots and si-reens When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings So give it up punk and then I just put another jack in progress It's
shops in the malls for me She'll say twelve then call back and say one But I don't care I know it's just work not fun When she blows you, Jack Don't
I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled
Mm I been a (G), throw up the (L) Sex in the (A-M), uh-huh (O-R-O-U-S, yeah) And I can put you in (first class, up in the sky) I can put you
Blackstreet, JJ, come on Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, what, what? What's up, girlfriend? What's up, boyfriend? Yo, meet my girlfriend Meet my
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