Jackndabox lyrics

by

Jackboy



[Verse]
Fresh up out the box, invested in a desert egle
How I keep the sh*t with me, would've thought it was legle
I don't come for free, 'cause I don't really f*ck with people
Rather [?] sour dezel
I don't f*ck with David [?], he a f*cking weezer
Feel some type of way, I say that come on, let's get [?]
[?] my gun, sh*t [?]
Lost all my rap books, came with new material
Heard [?] gave that boy the netal
That's why I'm out here [?] swerving on [?]
Remember when you sh*tted on me, now I'm getting [?]
f*ck that b*tch, call my dawgs, then we made a [?]
f*ck that b*tch, call my dawgs, then we had a [?]
Skrt skrt, [?] on that [?]
[?] I'm finna f*ck her off the C-Class
Ran my bands up, why you fumble with your [?]
You procrastinate, I go run that sh*t up fast
Ask your mom for cash, I was robbing for them racks
In the booth, no cap, I be spitting big facts
Riding with that fire, b*tch, I ride around [?]
I don't need security, b*tch, I got that strap
It ain't in the trunk, that b*tch right here on my lap
If a n*gga play, he gon' get an early nap
f*ck it, push his body out here on [?]
[?] for no reason, b*tches want my seaman
[?] toating mack 11
Rob him, I undress him
[?]
[?] I'm the president, [?]
Put him in retirement, I got [?]
I got [?] in Cleevlend, [?] my demans
Hop out, get to squeezing
[?] meeting
[?] than a meeting
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