Lyrics:
up, so crazy get'n tha cruel
World, all made up it like hades
Don't make Flesh break down, sign sight, my pine
I'd hide drug dealaz I find my started
diss
And how many of 'em will
See the humour in this?
6ix9ine's too busy grooming the kids
Is he guilty? Yeah, I'm assuming he is
Chris Pine's no
em
On jewella with the jewels on me
On the pines road with the tool on me
Im louisiana on the move homie
I just cant sit still
On the come up and thats
Petite en chaleur veut se la donner
J'fais que du sale c'est bien c'qu'elle voulait
J'l'a pine à 16 heures donc j'baisse les volets
J'crois que j'ai
Saddle up, buttercup, my rodeo-man
Boho maiden, dandelion, my soul sister
Ruffled rags, sticky jacks, my fabricated mojo
Hickory timber, ginger, my
with sunshine
Christmas, Christmas time
On an island, island with sunshine
Instead of a pine tree
Instead of a chimney
We have mango trees in the back
name is Jack bitch
I'm detached from herd
Like the sick and diseased
I'm the plague at its peak
A fucken uprooted tree
Ready to drop atop of anyone
Who
the hoe like she just a fan
Half you niggas got no cash
I'm flexing on yo broke ass
My crew neck and my Bo Jack's
Better cuff yo chick like Kojak cause she
HEY CHARLEY WHATCHA DOING
HEY JACK WHERE YOU BEEN
I JUST GOT OUT YESTERDAY
THOUGHT I’D CATCHUP WITH YOU AGAIN
PICK ME
Fe-Fi-Fo'in so Jack
Catch him falling from the top of the Neakstalk
Translate, kill you niggas even through sleepwalk
Your fanbase blowing the freebase
If they
poor Jacky drowned
And every night the pines do whisper a drear and mournful sound
Would to God it were my Jack
I'd kiss away his tears
And if I had
destiny
CHORUS
So, I’ll just sit in the evenin’ sun watchin’ the pretty ones dancin’ out on the beach
Then I’ll head to the pine trees and settle on in for
streets'll eat you if you let 'em, cop'll beat you
You pumpin' Diesel then them jack boys'll beat you
I try and listen more and speak less
'Cause all that
Nigga pop with the glock
In a pine fuckin' box
Don't you try to call the fuckin' cop
Cause a nigga ain't gonna stop
(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack
Jack Daniel's, Dom Pérignon
Toute la noche, toute la noche
C'est l'alcool qui rend mignon
Toute la noche, toute la noche
J'ai des femmes qui boivent
crashes I'll be somewhere deep off in these pines
Killing shit, kicking ass, and taking what the hell is mine
We don't need another pretty boy singing
my bottom bitch love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave the block, that its cut time
I'm in the trenches, getting riches wit my comrades
We 4 hoes
them to the side
'Cause real players, keep reserves when it's clutch time
Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across
a average loser and I'm a great vet .
Feel like I died came back and died again,
Lessons in life tought me I got no motherfockin friends
Some haters jack
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across
See the sign of a free mind with ghetto lines
We smoke pine some do lines just to pass the time
often jits don't make pass to see they adolescence
his name is johnny peckanen
he was hatched up in ahmeek
worked the white pine copper mine
seven days a week
when copper took a nose dive
he
rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, wind
Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin water
Out the well, help em size, find the grind, find
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