Lyrics:
commence to macking to baby to see what's cracking
So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attacking
Threw back a shot of yack and started jabbering
to this playa shit is death do us part
And chasin' paper from the nine six to infin
Blazin' endo stems sippin' yack and straight Hen
Gettin' twisted out
bitches
Drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack
And a quarter ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to snap
Here come the big pay back
Looking up
them bitches
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to snap
here come the big pay back
looking up
them bitches
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to snap
here come the big pay back
looking up
niggas be hating
Them hoes they be waiting
We turnt up like bright light, shit
Every night is like Vegas
Eyes low, leaning back
Sippin' on that Yeezy yack
nigga
(yeah) - on Yack liquor (yeah)
Stack flipper - Cadillac whipper (uh)
Automatic gripper 500 hundred dolla slippa
(uh huh)
Nigga Whoooo! - I climb
on your neck
And rub on your upper back
Yack, see I'm a player professionale
I get it up in your body
You scream a extra "ow"
Will her fortune love, ay baby
my system
Baby, baby tell me your listening
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack
Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac
Cut
to all my playas in the back sippin' yack.
Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac.
Cut a rug, playa, now cut a rug.
And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for
keep floatin.
We gettin loose a lil bit, but everybody focused.
Cause everybody on yack and every body scopin.
Keep a unit in my face and back against
out right here, it's new, word up
[Ghostface Killah]
I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap
Live off of mighty gold, tongue and yack
Ya'll be amazed how I
slanging yack
On the track, and smoking fat sacks with my mistress
What is this, my life as a misfit
I got too many things, going on
And not enough
two cells
connected
(SL)
Yack in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism
(SP)
Bitch this is mafia
It
keep floatin.
We gettin loose a lil bit, but everybody focused.
Cause everybody on yack and every body scopin.
Keep a unit in my face and back against
to be alive
You ain't talkin' about nothing, I ain't got no time, facts
I was just tryna relax
Roll me up a join, I'm sippin' on yack
Nothing to it,
Baby, baby you're in my system.
Baby, baby tell me your listening.
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack.
Bendin' 'round
that for a fact (O oh)
Take all of that shit apart
Did all this shit for a yack (O oh)
Yeah, the lean made my side hurt, yeah
Like I got cramps (Ugh)
crack
Accompanied with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you saying black, with all that yackedy yack?
My artifacts can't be beat with bats
I'm
what's underneath
I woke up with a heartbeat
Like a panic attack
Yackity yackity yackity yackity yack
I can't tell my brain to not talk back
But hey
fatty
Pulling her rat, yack
Spill my beet drink, and rub my stink feet on the laminant
Stalker fans, come through and examine it
Make songs with my
the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin' right back
I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin' the game off the yack
I'm strapped with two blacks, 'cause I
a spot
I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic and makin' a plot
Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face
Took his life, left his brains all
and pussy collisions
You're a irrisistable bitch and all that
Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on
Chorus, Repeat 2X:
Irristable bitch
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