Lyrics:
had, jammed with baguettes
Pose for the camera man me and Santana man
Word to my grand ma he one bad mamma jamma, damn
So I don't write for
behind him reachin' for his hand
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
They jumped into his pickup Sonny jammed her down in gear
Sonny
jammed up like a big toe
Give you a stitch, but no Lilo
Your girl is a bird, yes on the d-low
'Cause she act like an ostritch, gimme deep throat
We
to Atlanta to shop
Clips with thirty shots jammed in the Glocks
Bricks from the cartel, naked ladies stamped in the blocks (woo, ON, nigga)
Ain't nothing
wear tight clothes
I got jammed up but never twice though
I got band up and bought some ice, ho
Yeah, your nigga wanna be me, he got my flow
That's
If I was jammed up
Would you let that choppa rang off fifty
What happened to you when you said that
You would never lie to me?
When I was witcha girl
a hater, nigga, on my mom
And no lie, I be on my job
A lot of niggas be jammed
When they talkin' but they don't want drama
We a different kinda sinister
me jammed
Tryna make it happen but we steady trappin'
Then I started rappin'
We shot out to Atlanta flipped off the road
My life flashed before my eyes
never for me, thug
I was steady fucking up
Started rapping gave it up
What you know bout being jammed up
I was in that box locked up
I was sticking niggas
a coop before
Kids outta line online talkin' straps that they ain't never shoot before
Dam
Don't get ya family jammed up
Moment that coffin slam shut
You
that
Cuzz could make a plug
But then the plug jammed cuzz and
Cuzz took em back to Buck
Now Buck locked up
Cuzz shootin' the duck and the niggas
Bobby, we ain't a gang we a family
Niggas wearin', "Oh my", niggas spray and niggas die
Phone tapped up, niggas say Durk name when they jammed up
Call
him
Reachin' for his hand
They jumped into his pick-u
Sonny jammed her down in gear
Sonny looked at Sherry
Said,"Let's get out of here
markers tattoo you
And show it where to aim
And strangers break their promises
You won't feel any
You won't feel any pain
And the streets are jammed
shit all in my face, okay, okay, but I can't get jammed up
We all gettin' money, rain, sleet, snow, or when it's sunny, uh, uh
We all gettin' money,
with you, Wendy
On the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss
One, two, three, four!
Highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
jammed the blow
But like a weather man its a light chance of snow
Lay low at the bottom at th tell
Wait patient for my haitian to hit me on the cell
Cause
the hoes fasho)
Picked the wrong bitch, he shouldn't of fucked this night (man)
She got my nigga jammed on some rape shit (she was lyin' though)
But she
the truth, got a bad clique
Came from the hungry ham, fuck them pigs, got us jammed
Our dirty bastard leave 'em ghost like the clan (yeah)
'Bout thirty
name and carved it in the cement
I flashback on that shootout at the beach
Twenty deep, you tried to squeeze, your gun jammed and they released
wheel
Cops coulda had the boy jammed I fear
But like Eddie Kane I made it I'm here
Beggin' your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
adjustment
Jammed up again in the music city
Damn I'm gonna sit here and write your diddies
I'm backing up my six string dreams and heading out west
This
on a mist
I want to die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss
The highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
to my dad"
[Chorus]
Well I didn't know what to do
So I jammed her down in gear
Kind a kicked my feet beneath the seat
I was trying to hide
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