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copywrite – time doesn’t stop lyrics

[verse one: jakki the motamouth]
all y’all b-tches
chickens
it’s this
n-gga that’ll give your -ss d-ck then dip quick
if i come off nice guy it’s an act
cause nice guy is tryin’ to get your -ss in the sack
and trust to death i crush the best
you don’t believe ask the broads that i f-cked then left
and best believe kiddies, i get sl-ts
it’s funny, h0m-s/feminists don’t like what i say but still give me d-ck sucks
yeah homie, i’m rude
i respect my n-gga snoop when he say “he don’t love the hoes”, but i do
matter of fact i got 10 that i love now
six of ’em in jacksonville, four of ’em in bus town
i’ll lapse these n-ggas that’s holdin’ these broads
go to work i’m right at the back do’ when he gone
now, any cat that wanna fight against jakk
get ya life right with christ cause your life will get sn-tched
with your wife, she’ll get waxed
i don’t care who the husband is
f-ck without the condom and she’ll bare your muhf-ckin’ kids
without the blood test how you gonna prove it’s mine?
she’ll be lyin’ to you like, “d-mn it boo he has your eyes.”
and your -ss is blind
go to banks, put the money in the case
gettin’ robbed with a plastic nine
see what i charge?
you say it’s just a screwdriver, but it’s also the key to your car
see ya tomorrow
put your whole evening in sorrow
if she won’t let me have it, best believe i’mma borrow
homie, i’m a real mc
smile at these funny dudes
i listen to lyrics i don’t care about your .22
i will key your car
call me a “hater” and i’ll accept that t-tle
eat your broad, call me and take her
you p-ssed off cause i’m charming but later
your b-tch cross cause my d-ck raw
this broad stall me, i’ll rape her with no question
throw them lame threats i’m that same vet
you collide with me you will feel like you was in a train wreck
and your girly with you still cause she ain’ heard my game yet
let her loose around me homie, you will get your dame checked
i’m the hottest sh-t
grimy with a lot of lip
if i spot your chick she eye me dawg, i got your b-tch
you gon’ do what?
you talkin’ too much
i thinkin’ female sheep t-st-cl-s, ewe/you nuts

[hook: copywrite]
you’re makin’ what?
we’re at our shows tryin’ to cake it up
makin’ cuts, just goin’ to sleep while y’all are wakin’ up
yeah, i’m on my grind cousin
(grind cousin)
time doesn’t stop
i’m on my grind cousin, f-ck a clock

[verse two: copywrite]
dedicated to outlaws who move out soft
with new year’s resolutions and are tryin’ to get a few pounds off
and petty thieves with heavy dreams but only penny schemes
who make a fiend believe a methamphetamine is anything
so if you’re clean, what i write will offend ya
cause i don’t rap for anyone with a clean record
unless they’re a vinyl collector
i’m not thugged out or gangster at all
but after a few drinks of the tall, i’m anxious to brawl
and as f-ck as sl-ts, f-ck every hoe, i don’t trust any
my girl said “don’t fall in love” she ain’t say “don’t f-ck any”
i
love every straight edge 20 that let me plow her
minus any powder, keyless entry like an eddie bauer
plenty sour, d for me it’s “no” to these hoes
you think i suffer from allergies so much blow in my nose
ask me i’m stingy
all about me, wipe my -ss with a benji
but smack a hoe if she ask for a penny

[hook]

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