Lyrics:
Of a perfect bitch
There's always one thing wrong and you
Wish that you could switch
Or fix, while you shapin'
Every curve and hips, you heard of this?
Master P
Walk in a room and I see Their head spin like a DVD
You can have your time but Just after me
Pick up the cup (ice)thirsty
Come get your hoe
alarmed if I sound off
Something just ain't right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose life could be harder?
Widely regarded highly, bite
been on my mind
I just wanna get a little time
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Fast forward I ain't heard of Jack in a minute
Surrounded by fake
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
that she would profit
They'd come running if she called that's how she kept them in her pockets
Jill was digging Jack because he showed true interest
cnd
a flapjack
A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack
Just call me Jack Kerouac
Click-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack
Pattacake,
could it be he's afraid of me
Just because I'm bigger barely
Maybe he's playing cat and mouse at Mrs. Johnson's house
Except I'm the mouse
Pepe why don't
and listening to songs at night
To walk and stroll the capital streets at dawn
and then go home by boat
Summertime with jack johnson’s songs
and her tan,
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
tried to steal it, he was always cock blockin
So I chased him down and beat his ass outside of Ms. Johnson's
All the older niggas on the block made it pop
or maybe jack and sprite
A case of Coors light and its on tonight
We talking about a party down on Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble we don't mean
her-
Don't give a fuck, that was just us (hoo)
2017 when I walked in the foyer
And the first thing I said when I first got done by the Jacks
"Go talk
name is Iverson
I lost my ring, but I'm trying man
What if police started dying man?
Up in the streets, where they fire man
By any means, I'm a Malcolm
where we go
By the evening we catching vibes
Hmm hmm
We wake up in the morning just chill and relaxin
Grab a six pack
And listen to Jack Johnson
The only
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
It was supposed to be so easy...
Just take back the DVD
Withdraw that extra money
Tell mum I wouldn't be back for tea
Then grab my savings
in the death row to count the days before
To the day they came a knockin' at his door.
But another warden came along, jack johnson was his name;
He
Bitch get out my face and just move
I could take this whole place if you choose
Please don't tell me what would you do
I need another minute though
like Ryan Reynolds, that handsome little devil
And could buy anything in sight
If I had muscles like Dwayne Johnson and girls asked to leave the lights
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