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wrong 
Have that pussy ready baby 
When I get home 
When I get home 
I’m sorry baby but I can’t stay long 
I gotta roll me one before I hit the road
Last

I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
1888, midnight in London
They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
With the rap to match it and the track

around them,
You could end up missing,

Kisses to my misses,
cnd hit the road like,
Hajj, with the pilgrimage,

Man say, pray for the mandem,
Pray for

a woman and
That woman is Jack Harlow
Just kidding it's me and
This line is sponsored by Target
I'm lowering the bar baby limbo
I write for lower back tats

on cutting that slack
If back, back, back, is the way that you talk to me, feel free to hit the road, Jack
Cuz I ain't got time for that, ain't nobody got time

the paper)
(Going so hard, staying on the grind for the paper)
I just might hop in the whip
Put rubber to the road
Then let the windows down
Pull up to a light

lil bro raised his dome
G on side of me
Bivo lotti
More head taps then we hit bodies
7.62s feel like he got hit by rocky
Wounds bubbling up he wocky
If

of the Pole

White castle, sushi date
I know shes foxy, but I'll show up late
I don't have a wraith
But Head games still on the plate
I Quench thirst, juice by

she had to pack her bags cus it was to go
She had to do like jack and hit the road
What would happen to her only god really knows
It's time we rise up

up
I don't hang with fighters
Jack his ass with iron
I ain't changin' tires
Purple, yellow, and some red shit
Unc' the drink supplier

When I hit

acting
I'm shooting clips if lil bitch want that action
Shawty a slut and she sucking in traffic
She hit me jack when she feel alone
Don't get attached,

to swallow, know she felt me twitching
Ninety jacks flying overnight, yeah
This a heavy shipment
Bitch ain't hear me tell her take her
Shoes off 'cause

Peppers Lonely Hearts
I know I got the vision
But I don't where to start

The yellow brick road is a long way home
Watch my days go out the window
No way

centipede, it's Dax!
My path's a lonely road, I walk alone
And I keep my eyes closed
I don't fuck wit' you broke hoes
I'd rather jack off inside my home
I can

Joanlee - “Real”

Written by: Joanlee

VERSE1:

I took an unknown road to chase my goals
Felt alone at times cause no one I knew did this before
But

choking up the real bomb, Miley can't even open my eyes
Had my lil' dog pop up out the bushes in a disguise

Bitch, think she getting battered by your ass

out your homie for a couple bitches?
I'm only getting money and the motherfucking switches
Think that it's funny drive by and I hit shit
Don't come

when I walk in the club rocking blazers 
Fucked with the gang now yo body is flopping like fish outta water or shocked by a taser
We don't use phones but

you ready"

"Hit it Maestro" -- scratched by DJ LTD

"Hit it Maestro"

to ethanol
But the feeling be like hit and run 
It don't last at all, so you mean so much
Cause I was taught by your love (the power of melody)
I was down

grade-A schools where asians go
Amazing, two years retro, and in a vacant home where the aafes sold
Now a nigga's on the road, sellin' out major shows, hate

three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
Fuck on your bitch while she
Sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that bitch curvy

screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream

challenge
Coming to America
To fit in a New Balance
But through the struggles and pain
I'm humbled by the way I was raised
I ain't ashamed to pass game to my