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jackie chan - mg sleepy كلمات أغنية

[intro]
i just— i just woke up (alright)
i just popped a percocet, i feel like jackie chan
like how the f_ck you say you dropped a ten so you ain’t dropped sh_t? (alright, alright, come on, i’m gon’ come on here like this, alright)

[verse]
i just threw a perky back, i feel like jackie chan
i’m sick that n_ggas speakin’ on the 10 and they ain’t stacked ten
hold up your switchy in the air if you gon’ bust bl!ck
the last opp got left with ass out for sayin’ f_ck 10 (wrong move)
b_tch, i dropped a 5 and, n_gga, f_ck fifth
they ain’t finna speak on what’s his name, go pick him up, b_tch
i see these n_ggas pickin’ sides and cliquin’ up, b_tch
and i’m the type to show a n_gga somethin’, think he tough, b_tch
i’m with my favorite opp b_tch, i make her suck d_ck
i slipped a rollie on her arm, she had a cut wrist
my n_gga f_cked a burnin’ b_tch and took a rough p_ss
i’d rather f_ck with rubbers on ’cause, n_gga, f_ck kids
i ain’t the hardest at the sh_t, then who the f_ck is?
i think i’m finna find a vacant house and move the f_ck in
b_tch, quit starin’ at me ‘fore i bust bl!ck
i lost my hat, was trippin’ in the mall, feel like f_ck lids
coolin’ with my young fox, he on some rough sh_t
and if you pillow talkin’ to a ho then you a punk b_tch
right now i’m off like three shots, i’m on some drunk sh_t
[?] talkin’ to myself, now let me punch in (punch this)
these n_ggas said they robbin’ who? they ain’t gon’ rob sh_t (b_tch)
i know you heard ’bout how i shoot, bro, i do not miss (do not miss)
don’t wanna speak on n_ggas dead, but we done dropped six (dropped six)
now, n_gga, keep that in your head before you drop ten (b_tch)
i know some steppers over east who really locked in
but, b_tch, i know some n_ggas on the north that really bomb sh_t
n_gga, my title say my name, you in your mom’s sh_t
i wonder how your dukes spelt when you got boxed in
i’m finna take my rap check and go cop pigs
i’m sick that n_ggas actin’ plugged in and they ain’t got sh_t (b_tch)
this n_gga uppin’ petty pape’, i really robbed sh_t
i told bro to keep his chain tucked ‘fore he get robbed with it (here)
and i ain’t never punched a clock, you more a job n_gga (job n_gga)
while you was cookin’ n_ggas food, i’m on the block flippin’
i went to school clutchin’ a gun, i got a glock pistol
n_ggas funny, built like aunties, look like my mom’s sister (my mom’s sister)
i be done broke your lil’ jaw and fed you— yop
i be done broke your lil’ jaw and fed you popsicles
told bro that i pray to a god, but i am not christian (not christian)

- jackie chan

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