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c.e.m.b. - jackpot (feat. sekktor) lyrics

+well boys we hit the jackpot this time

[hook]
doing what the legends showed me
jumping off of roofs like mick foley
ye she said a nigha’s so handsome
been grinding for this sh+t chris haslem
ridin’ in a ghost danny phantom
show ’em show ’em

[chorus]
show ’em what you got
show ’em you worth a lot
show ’em you got the jackpot
got b+tches drinking shocktop
out the moontop
never stop
got the city on lock
every night it’s ciroc
it’s ciroc
pull out the glock
hol’up wait
hol’up wait

[verse 1]
i was just in the booth
now i’m back in the hood
asking what happened
shoot another basket
like rey allen
put that beat in a casket
put that nigha in a he+rs+
f+ck with me you’ll еnd up with a curse
buy my b+tch a new purse
a nеw bag
i don’t lag
5 belts but i still sag
pockets heavy from the racks
she just met me and she threw it back

+well boys we hit the jackpot this time

[interlude]
jackpot
nonstop
shocktop
out the moontop
ain’t scared to go fast
ain’t look to no past
gon’ put you on blast
nighas like you don’t last

[verse 2]
champagne on your main b+tch
haters copy and paste this
tryna copy our flavas
but they hate us
satisfy my cravings
countin’ up my blessings
livin’ learnin’ lessons
ridin’ in foreigns
ridin’ in a tesla
ridin’ in cars they named like pasta
smokin’ with brodas like a rasta
bangin with nighas real shottas

+well boys we hit the jackpot this time

[verse 2.5]

cemb
hear 2 party
take out the bentley
we ride thru the city
we get it real litty
we bobby and whitney
fire the midis
we countin’ the millis
all hunnids no fiddies
that baddie got tiddies
f+ck in the lobby
b+tch do not kiss me
you is a thot
b+tch tried to kiss me
hit it from the back
b+tch do not kiss me

[bridge]

cemb got heads rockin’
sektorr got heads rockin’
cemb got heads rockin’
sektorr got heads rockin’
run it up run it up run it up

[sektorr verse]
jackpot jackpot
jackpot jackpot
cookin’ the coco in a crockpot
got a jackpot
and i got a big blundt
spark it up with a matchbox
you talkin’ that sh+t nigha
kick your ass like mortal kombat on the xbox
you talkin’ that sh+t lil nigha
i got trap gods after the hardknocks
i got the money lil b+tch and i’m going hard
talkin’ that sh+t boy i’m shootin’ straight for the stars
talkin’ that sh+t boy i pull up with photo cars
don’t give a f+ck lil b+tch you was never hard
i got the drip and the sauce
and i got all that flava
i come with the red
the saber
that look like darth vader
i don’t give a f+ck
your b+tch m+st+rbate her

- c e m b lyrics

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