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jack grant. - fuck whatchu jack pt. 2 lyrics
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(intro: s4int & )
dawg, that sh_t was ass
get the f_ck off the airway, boy
uhhhhhhhh, gang, gang, gang
(verse 1: s4int)
f_ck everything you jack
shots in the party
i’ll never lack
you know me
i stay with the straps
asher, he dead
n_gga go get back
yeah, we smokin’ on that tavo pack
that n_gga prxda out doin’ crack
these n_ggas is cops all they do is rat
talk some sh_t
yo mom get smacked
stay with the bl!cks
s4int stay strapped
smokin’ on lina
she ain’t coming back
grrah, grrah, grrah
(verse 2: s4int)
hit him in chest, all he did was rat
hit him in his head, brains in his lap
i’m finna go kuu cuttin’ off the slack
smokin’ on deads, i can get you got
smokin’ on cami, dumb little thot
talkin’ on s4int, he been on hots
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
boom
(verse 3: lamont)
hop in the booth, you know i be spitting
smokin’ cj, now i’m feelin’ it
b_tch on go, you know she going
she suckin d_ck onna story
you know i carry my heater
shootin’ my shot with no motherf_ckin’ meter
yo b_tch is a motherf_ckin’ eater
michael jackson
you know imma beat it
we tote big guns and knockas
play wit us n_gga, we might rock ya
we see an opp and stop em
blast on his ass you know we not rocking
30 in this motherf_ckin’ clip
shoot that n_gga in his motherf_ckin’ shi
all they n_ggas got f_ckin’ hit
now these n_ggas be on my d_ck
they like “lamont you a b_tch”
come show me , you know i ain’t no snitch
ian never been no f_ckin” flunky
yo b_tch p_ssy is kinda funky
her ph balance is off
stay on go
you know i ain’t soft
i ain’t know i was good at this rappin’ sh_t
let’s make a movie not a fl!ck
get off my motherf_ckin’ d_ck
573, you know they be drillin’ sh_t
[pre_bridge: lamont]
on gang
grrah, grrah, boom, n_gga
glttttttttt!
[bridge: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]
it’s that lil’ ddot n_gga
n_gga, suck my d_ck
every opp shot, like
n_ggas know the vibe
grrah_grrah, boom, oy
[chorus: notti osama]
yo ddot, just move
i’ma up it and cl!ck at his crew
scream, “rpt”, you get put in the news
no flockas allowed, bullets got to them too
and y’all n_ggas keep dissin’ the oy
that’s why ms and lotti have both died
[verse 5: notti osama]
don’t run, don’t trip
like, scream, “doa”, dd, pass me the grip
yeah, i f_ck with some makks, i f_ck with some trendy’s
but the doa n_ggas is deady (doak)
he tried to run up, got hit with my lefty
talk on bro, n_gga, i get deadly
[verse 6: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]
it’s lil’ ddot, you know how i’m comin’
catch me an opp, yeah, i’m bumpin’ in public
he get shot if he yellin’, “what’s gunnin’?”
spin through the opps, n_ggas know how we comin’
lil’ curt got shot in his face, and matt got spliffed for the day
when i bend, you know i don’t play
see me a flocka, you know i’ma spray
yeah, they think ’cause i’m young
when i see ’em, he know that i’m really gon’ dump
how they talkin’ on bro but they never did nothin’
big chop, you know i’ma up it
bando a d_ck, that boy got shot
n_gga stay in the t’s, they don’t come to my block
see an opp, we gon’ blast him, clap him
try to run up, you get turned into ashes
me and notti like curry and cl!ck
try to run up, you get shot in ya’ face
on the block, yeah, i’m totin’ on kelly
if sh_t gettin’ heavy, get shot in ya’ belly
smokin’ jb, got left by the deli
n_ggas know how we really be comin’
drop the o, you get shot in ya’ m_ffin
smokin’ on lotti, that boy got me bussin’
if he jack doa, i’ma add a k
told my ‘ooter to slide, came right away
got a .9 on my side so pray today
i’ma [?] any_day
drop the o, put an o in ya’ f_ckin’ face
ddot wit’ me, and you know he won’t hesitate
jb tried to run but the fat n_gga tripped
smokin’ on nazzy, mix him wit’ the rip
rah_rah had died in the back of the whip
please don’t say, “don’t run, don’t trip”
’cause they know my bop, i ain’t runnin’ from sh_t
if i call up dd, you know he gon’ bl!ck
see an opp, he get bl!cked through the sweater
notti, he wit’ me, you know he won’t let up
me and bro two deep in the spot
if he try to run up, then we makin’ it hot
[chorus: notti osama]
yo ddot, just move
i’ma up it and cl!ck at his crew
scream, “rpt”, you get put in the news
no flockas allowed, bullets got to them too
and y’all n_ggas keep dissin’ the oy
that’s why ms and lotti have both died
[outro: notti osama & sugarhill ddot]
grrah, grrah_grrah, boom
n_gga, suck my d_ck
it’s that notti osama, n_gga
n_ggas know how we rocking’, man
every opp shot, man
suck my d_ck, n_gga
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