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jane remover - act up (jane remover remix) lyrics

[verse 1: jt & yung miami]
real+ass b+tch, give a f+ck ’bout a n+gga
big birkin bag, hold five, six figures
stripes on my ass so he call this p+ssy tigger
f+ckin’ on a scammin’ ass, rich ass n+gga
same group of b+tches, ain’t no adding to the picture
drop a couple racks, watch this ass get bigger
drinkin’ on liquor, and i’m lookin’ at your n+gga
if his money right, he can eat it like a snicker
i ain’t got time for you fake+ass hoes
talkin’ all loud in them fake+ass clothes
fake ass shoes match that fake+ass gold
i’m the realest b+tch ever to you snake+ass hoes

[chorus: jt & yung miami]
act up, you could get sn+tched up
act up, you could get sn+tched up
act up, you could get sn+tched up
dirty+ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up

[verse 2: yung miami]
it’s yung miami, and i came to run my sack up (yup)
tirеd+ass hoes on my page tryna track us (ha)
brand new chain, city girls goin’ platinum (facts)
i keep a baby glock, i ain’t fightin’ with no random, pеriod (period)
you b+tches weak, is you serious? (haha)
i let him taste the p+ssy, now he actin’ all delirious (ow)
did the dash in the rover like it’s fast and furious
she see my number in his phone, now you actin’ curious (b+tch)
he gon’ buy me gucci if i ask for it (yup)
he a classy n+gga rockin’ tom ford (classy)
i bet your lil’ sister wanna look like me (lil’ b+tch)
i bet your lil’ brother wanna f+ck on me
hood b+tch, good p+ssy, i ain’t average, um
he can’t come around without that cabbage, um (nah)
pop a p+ssy b+tch quick, like a bubblegum
i ain’t never worry, i just deal with it for fun
[chorus: jt & yung miami]
act up, you could get sn+tched up
act up, you could get sn+tched up
act up, you could get sn+tched up
dirty+ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up

[verse 3: jt]
jt on the track, and you know i’m ’bout my paper
p+ssy sweet, p+ssy tight, so he called it lifesaver
if your ass a broke n+gga, h+ll nah, i can’t date ya
if your ass a rich n+gga, i’ma f+ck ya ’til you ain’t one
if that n+gga a scammer, i’m turnin’ to a dancer (yup)
i make it clap like he got the right answer
sit on it with manners, get it harder than a hammer
he wanna freak, p+ssy pink, breast cancer

- jane remover lyrics

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