Lyrics:
Cant feel my body
We could go down in this bitch
Cant feel my body
Can't feel my body up all night
Gotta Hotty know I hit that shit right
Take
bundles
Shoot a hater frontals
rolling up gas in a fronto
Seen nuttin like that
Life hit fight
Something sa
Mmurai looking like Jack yuh
Nigga dig ya
Let em say what they want
I don’t care where they from
Line em up, mow em down
Fuck a fraud, this my town
Listen,
I ain’t a tough guy
I don’t got
it's Apple Jacks
Eight figures in the bank, now yo' ass got a bag
Bad hoes tryna eat me up
Road dome in the Scat Pack, that's demon tongue
Forty points
eat em up, twice
Stick of buttah
Cow uddah
When I speak, I do not muttah
Hello muddah
Hello faddah
I don't know what I can rhyme with faddah
Egg salad
up pills everyday, I shit, I can't really feel my back I hatin' this shit, every time that I think of it, I feel like I'm goin' in a trap I'm lacing up
slack I be da Pack never been known to relax
And naw I don't tax it's big dawg to da max
Can't copy my swagg can't jack it
Dats ah big fact came up off da
I'm on, all good vibes, I'm on all good vibes, don't get caught up tied, caught up in them lies
I'm on, all good vibes, I'm on all good vibes, don't
in this bitch I'm wearing all black
They taking my swag they just trying to jack
Not worried bout niggas I just want a rack
Blow up like a bomb
Like
I don't need nobody
ain't taking no order
Shawty gave the rock
Threw it up like a floater
Threw it up like a floater…
Ain't put it on nun'
I ain't
up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then
Got to tell you true
I got to tell you true
Oh brother Jack you goin' with sister Sadie
When you ought to be home with your old lady
But your
said, "You owe us some money, you owe us some product
Cause you could be right in the river tied up"
He thought for a second and he said, "What is this?
up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then
a break up quick.
A PIMP I was born to be
The hoes was bringing me liquor
And the fiends was calling me God
My connection was the government
They gave me
the fuck goin' on, yeah
It was three digits in the clip until his mans ran off (huh)
Dumb decision, gave him half, Zach Randolph (brrt)
Jacks, checks,
When I come up in the club,
I'm talking mad shit,
Come up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked,
'Cause I'm sippin' on some Gin,
Sip,
When I come up in the club,
I'm talking mad shit,
Come up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked,
'Cause I'm sippin' on some Gin,
Sip,
ass all up in my shiznit
To you nosey Nikki's and you Peepin' Tom's
So, you know I'm about to drop the Brooklyn Bomb
7 and 7 is 14 , 1 and 4
Howdy folks, let's go for a ride
Get your favorite one to sit by your side
Cuddle up in a sleigh
Giddyap Nellie Grey
And away we go.
While you
up) How your 2006 was son?
(Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggaz is crazy
Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, nigga
It's
there, yaknahmean
[ghf] word up
[rae] good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
[nas] fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken
[ghf] word
bitch all in them feelings
No, I take a case for dem niggas
Run up on a nigga, take a face for dem niggas
No, roll that L's three times for dem niggas
stepping on my toes)
And I don't wanna jump in a hoop with the goons
I can do it on my own
(I can do it on my Jack Jones)
Baby see my phone, yeah that's
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