Lyrics:
Hello world reporting live to tell you that I'm doin' great
And my name is Jaquan Jones the tender age of 28
Put that time into yourself these are
Hemmingwell to Gleneagles on my mountain bike
Getting high in the racecourse every other night
Flying home on my jack jones A45
High offa life
No i don't carry
"Push It"
[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip
"Push It"
[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip
didn't tell you how I got it out the mud
Did alot of
Ten toes on my jack Jones
Did alot of
Late nights and a trap phone
Did alot of
Google mapping
of the jack, call it a liquor victor
Ree the same tree you barked at, actually
Paid the same fee to be green, as seen
By the leaves on TV, beseeched your
yaknahmean?
You a Buttercup girl
Oh is that right?
Yeah
Well, I got Love Jones for you
Word, tell me about it
Chorus: Angel Cake
howled at my ma in the driving rain (Moves like Jagger)
But it's all right now
I'm jumpin' jack flash, it's a gas, gas, gas, and it goes like this
Yeah, Double O Devin, Ow
Jones
Skinny physique, but I'm a beast Raised in the heat, I was runnin' the streets
Draped in designer, my swag is unique
mode
Me and Killa skizzing on the back road
Chilling on our Jack Jones, used to keep our Rambo's tucked
And now we skiz around in Lambo trucks
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
underfoot and very little sign of rain. Well it certainly looks as though
we're in for a splendid afternoon's sport in this the 127th Upperclass
Twit
Raining, raining, raining. Rain in sugar town. [Repeat: x 2]
A new day dawns across the tracks,
tile by tile the chimney stacks.
A city steeped
on that Nasir Jones shit
I'm on my mosaic ain't gotta okay it
Cause the flow flavor ask my old bae
And this IPA is full of deuce goose, that's two geese
So
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's all right now,
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas!
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's all right, now,
it looks like rain
She got Tiffany earrings from a limejuice sailor
Rich man, poor man, tinker, retailer
Casey Jones working on the SP line
And if I find another piece
Missin from my package
He'd better grab his piece cause this
Time we goin at it
'Cause this nigga right here must
Got it out
hoes just like Jack
Now I'm a kiss the ground like a 747 stack
Cause success is the greatest revenge
But it's gon' back
(It's gon' handle what's right
the cops to kick the door
Yellin' all you drug addict lookin' asses
Get hands on the floor
Truck look like Mossy Oak
My bitch look like Britney Jones
Got
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
away cause he had gone completely insane
So Hollywood Jack jumped upon a jetplane and flew all that night through
the rain
To be with his friend
[Jim Jones]
I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just
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