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baggins - jacknjill lyrics

jacknjill
hook (baggins and roulette):
rollin down the hill, they call us jack n jill
acting rich, but they’ve never seen a fifty dollar bill
climbing up again, call me jill (call me jack)
spitting the lyrical flow, we came to attack
rollin down the hill, they call us jack n jill
acting rich, but they’ve never seen a fifty dollar bill
climbing up again, call me jill (call me jack)
spitting the lyrical flow, we came to attack

verse 1 (roulette):
b+tch i ain’t never seen a fiddy pound note
but i’ve said and i quote
i don’t need to boast
i’ve already got everything i rate
i’ve already lost your respect so what else can you take
i don’t need that supreme or bape
when there’s more to worry about like crime and rape
the current rap game is a sh+t show
when people go to gigs, people just watch it through their phones
sometimes i like to spit slow
sometimes i like to spit fast
you know when i drop on a beat
i’m a lyrical athlete
you know i don’t like to be discrete
i can’t be found on the high street
my bars are heavy like concrete
i’ll mash your brains into mince meat
all this sh+t takes time
i don’t wanna hear you whine
i don’t wanna see you tryna get away from real life
don’t take it for granted you only get one
and trust me you can’t get it back when it’s gone
hook (baggins and roulette):
rollin down the hill, they call us jack n jill
acting rich, but they’ve never seen a fifty dollar bill
climbing up again, call me jill (call me jack)
spitting the lyrical flow, we came to attack
rollin down the hill, they call us jack n jill
acting rich, but they’ve never seen a fifty dollar bill
climbing up again, call me jill (call me jack)
spitting the lyrical flow, we came to attack (ay, ay, ay, ay)

verse 2 (baggins):
roulette and baggins rolling down the hill like jack and jill
and imma bet your favourite rappers, they ain’t half as ill
can’t match the sk!ll, baggins will attack at will
with roulette packin a gat, we about to rack the k!lls (yuh, ay)
imma roll up to your city
and imma pull up on your b+tch and imma bust on her titties
all these fake ass rapper dudes say they be stacking the fiddies
they ain’t got a pot to p+ss in, ain’t got jack in their kitties (yuh, ay)
they say this crackers gotta go coz imma lyrical rapper, but got a mumble rapper flow
yuh, me and roulette about to blow
like a b+tch with a suicide vest and amputated toe
operating on the game alive, and i’m about to roll the dice like i’m playing the game of life (ay, ay)
i made the same mistakes twice, i’m spitting razor blades, this sh+ts a piece of cake, who wants a slice?

outro (baggins):
you know i’m on top of my game
these rappers ain’t popping the same, imma fire them lyrical shots at your brain
they tryna spit h+lla quick thinking they’re h+lla sick they ain’t got nothing to say
i’m feeling quite devilish lately been revelling feel like a renegade, but sick like a bellyache

- baggins lyrics

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