Lyrics:
Six years later, Jill found out there was only one Jack
But Jack was long gone by the time that Jill had run back
So just ride the rollercoaster till it
me some more
I cop bout the load, the plug serve by the ton
Poured up a four and I feel it in my gut
Gotta break the code, the key is no more love
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
sell gold
Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get
[You have the right to remain silent]
Fuck that
from my friends Johnnie, Jack, and Jim
Gettin' so faded
Yeah, tryin' not to face it
But every sip I'm takin'
It only makes me miss you more
parked by the park
Look Jack Boi's lurking in the dark
I'm weighing up my ya dig on an iffy scale
Get it how you live type shit uhh
Young Nigga get that
cocked back, but he spit about one time
Slumped out, sun down, and his man coming by
With like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in
dealers
Shout out all the scammers
Shout out all the pimpers nigga
Shout out all the robbers and I shout out all the jack boys I ...
Shout out all
catching them sales
He try to jack then he catching a shell
I'm in it to win it ain't taking no Ls
You know it's some gas you can tell by the smell
Gotta
Jack
Lover boy a lil hood but you like that
Cop u a chain w my name J D G
Damn you fire baby 500 degrees
And you smart on ya way to a degree
New
as the fourth movie by Tarantino
The one that no one was waiting for
We are all so done
With a jack of all trades but a master of none
Master trickster
Tight
they don't watch their back
Told my mama, "Ain't no way I'm going sad!"
Bout to give you a thriller, no Mike Jack
Flow hitting too hard, get an ice pack
Have gal everywhere
Deh pon her knees
But nuh think say she a pray
Up that hill like Jack and Jill
Gal batty big no chicken pill
Yardman drill this
I'm two shots down, ordered another round, the bartender knows me by name
Cause every Friday after work, she's been seeing my face
She knows I've
and have a KitKat
Yamas to the girls tonight now get a shot and drink that
Mixing it up, getting grimy and greasy
Beats cooked up by my boy sleazy
When I
His body much older than his years
Shudders with more disappointment than surprise
At the cursed realization of another day waiting
The dawn's early
Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine
a deeper blue,
Sparkling in your eyes
Yeah, I just come alive
And I'm intrigued by your every move
(By your every move)
The things only you would do
Black jack, let's take a step back
Man you pull out all your cards and you still couldn't hit that
And I ain't talking bout women it's like you
Throwin' down Whiskey
Little sex on the beach
Moscow muling it
Ginger on my lips
Summer shandy by the pool n
Gettin' lil' lit
Point 12 on the breathalyze
careless man
He's Robin Hood by accident
I need it more than he does and
I surely will not feel bad at all, feel bad at all, feel bad at all, feel bad
he went out west
I love myself more than Kanye loves Kanye West
Alexa, play Mo Bamba by my boy Sheck Wes
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (yeah)
Whatever I say (whatever I say)
Uh-huh (Cactus Jack)
Uh-huh (Travis, Travis, uh-huh,
Look everybody left and now I'm thuggin' by myself
Niggas ain't even help me when I asked that boy for help
I got to know myself again, stuck off
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