j.c jones – in n out lyrics
[verse 1 j.c jones]
driving around switching lanes
cars honking t-tties flashing
as i swerve in n out of traffic
hope you got your seat belt fasten
cars honking t-tties flashing
as i swerve in n out of traffic
hope you got your seat belt fasten
in n out
in n out
in n out
driving so fast i can’t see
look under my tree
know nothings there
didn’t earn it
coming back a gonna burn it
cause i burn the good tree
take the kush in
that’s what i just did no pushing
and’ll f-ck you up
look at me brian cushing
cursing i don’t see what your doing
you can’t even sail across the ocean
pipe down with all that commotion
sitting courtside on a private cruise
rolling up blunts the size of shaq’s shoe
gotta a news crew on me too
filming me and my crew
everything i do is growing
every shot i take im sinking
when the moment is big ur shrinking
can’t even make the cheap shots
know what to do hack a shaq foul a howard
blame others when ur ship goes down
take no accountability
don’t test my credibility
i’ll spit on you throw you to side
say all these words doesn’t matter
little b-tch can’t even hold your blatter
don’t have time for your bs chatter
i get f-cked up everyday spinning
not a day goes with out sinning
taking in all this success grinning
no one can get away with the sh-t i do
look at me and my mother f-cking crew
were living it up in the mediterranean
get in my private subrimine
fans want to see me live the dream
enemies want me dead in the streets
they got beef got to get to grilling
i go in and out in n out of there girl friend’s p-ssy
just like i go in n out burger beef up
i’ve been in gym getting my weight up
im coming in your b-tch straight up
you don’t have your date up
she’s on my d-ck and i get a new one everyday
that was f-cking quick like i said
im in n out
in n out
in n out
know what im about
don’t doubt
in n out
in n out
in n out
come get me
im c-min in n out
in out of your girl friend p-ssy
you’re a motherf-cking rookie
i just screwed your girl friend
look at that she won’t come back
only c-ms when i f-ck her
ive been f-cking a lot
smoking ounces of pot
getting my smoke up
this submarine is hot boxed
burning up like the beach
its so f-cking hot in here
and no the smoke won’t clear
don’t know how many j’s i just rolled
know how many girl i just laid
it feels so great getting paid
look at me im the badest guy around
everyone wants to hear me i own the f-cking town
get used to that cause it ain’t going back
but im coming back
know i may be an underdog
boise state over oklahoma
rest my case no diploma
get off up off your lazy -sses and let
bobbo hear it
[verse 6 bobbo]
alright cameras on me my time to go
everybody knows i don’t deal with ragid -ss hoes
rhymes so good i go to the oscars
f-ck with me go to the doctors
police academy don’t need no proctor
anne hathaway so beautiful no surprise
my d-ck is the dark knight its about to rise
getting faded with the stars im not dancing
natalie portman about to be romancing
people say im mean don’t give a f-ck
going hard as f-ck charlie sheen
they treat me like my moneys not green!
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