Lyrics:
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
we went from rags to the rich
Put her on the passenger list
I'm Michael Jack bad for the bitch
She in a bad mood but her money make her happy
(enter Jones)
Baby, Baby, I'm your sweet pet
I'm just your personal marionette
Wind me up and let me go
Don't you know I'm a one man show?
Raise your
Because ya mood might
Have you mashing other niggas and my mood tight
While under my mood light
Shooter man down im in love
So baby don't you
Fuck
was love
In the house that Jack built
The house that Jack built
I'm gon' remember this house
Oh, what's the use of crying?
You know I brought it
lyrically I'm more Stephen Curry with the mic though
Kyrie Irv's sweetie with that Bubba-Chuck handle
First heard me in the nineties with that native
floats, then i'm gone
Hide me in a grave or somethin'
No goodnights, don't see no lights
I guess the end is comin'
Always ignored by the kind of gold, by
I'm Davy Jones's locker smith
Pickle lick she half way
Giving head like when a- just-
Just- just like GG Allin, eat my shit
You rodents talk alot of it
of mood I'm in
Mood I'm in, mood I'm in
Me and you girl were always tight
Never knew anything else like
This before got me feeling right
Now I'm by myself
mood
Don't fuck up my mood
Don't fuck up my mood
Don't fuck up my mood
Please don't fuck up my mood
Uh
I'm in the club with the crew
This a new year
Jack and Coke in a Solo cup
And it's Friday night so you know I'm gone
I'm drunk as fuck and I'm high as shit
Z-71 Sky Jacker lift
We in the sticks past
Ayy, I'm chattin' with your shawty
On a gold-plated iPhone
She fix her makeup in the
Coupe 'cause the dash chrome
Smokin' island loud sound like
on my window
So you see a n**** shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in
on and on and on and on
The world's end don't worry me,
And I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me
'Cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin,
Everything is slow motion
I am the drip I don't play by the rules
I'm the rulebreka facts yeah that's a mood
Ever since I was a teenager in high school
Lv from philly I am
(no!)
Old Captain Jack (yeah)
Giving them what for
He's the pauper of the surf
The jester of Tortuga (0h God)
But is Davy Jones' locker
What lies in
Stay loyal get to work and we get you a chain
So I'm locked in like a missile
In the stu yea cookin up hits surrounded by bitches and pistols
Like mighty
he'd always sleep
Each night in my prayers
I prayed the lord his soul to keep
Cracker Jack
The best friend that I ever had was Cracker Jack
But he
Back up
Gimme space like the stars and the moon mhm
Act up
Pop a thirty might put me in the mood huh
I'm on that dirty don't play by the rules
You know
the snakes were all around
Now I'm back in grown and I don't do no favors for a child
You should know it write down like a poet
Yo bitch need a Heisman by
shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'
now)
I'm the driver of the underground train
In Bear Country, it's not the same
So get on board, we're making a stop
We're heading down to Crooked Lane
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