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jean dawn & uncle jimmy - margarine lyrics

[verse 1: iamcrack18]
hunned round glizzy, i got the switch
she f+cking with me think i’ll take your b+tch
yes they switched up when the cracky got rich
i’m getting money feel like money mitch
i hit your dome, bullets we spray
i’m coming home so i’m at it all day
up in the stu, putting in work
tell me the truth or you end up on shirt
popping a goofy, just like a perc
thought that they knew me but i knew they lurk
getting so faded i feel like i’m durk
cracky got paid so i’m going to turks
run like a track make a fat hoe gas out
try to relax so i’m blowing her back out
talking that sh+t, i bring the mac out
throw you and ditch and we turn you to pack now

[verse 2: jean dawn]
i’m not a knight, but they calling me sir
b+tch i’m likе alfred the opps getting sеrved
you already know i’m ahead of the curve
you messing with us and your brains on the curb
our notes tied together they call that a slur
i take a right, now i’m taking a left
go to the corner store get me a bev
when i eat chicken i just eat the breast
spinning the block on the polar express
counting money like sheep, the crew get sleep
our feature prices are steep
keep the crew safe like we’re in helms deep
going crazy like bimblar unleashed
feed my loved ones with a feast
you know jim be eating lays in the fit looking like he in the cia
we don’t use ways, we only use apple maps
they took the guy with the dreads off apple jacks
[verse 3: jean dawn, uncle jimmy
went from excel spreadsheets, to three different in my bedsheets

now i got jp mixing hot beats with the ap rounds when i pack heat
hit ’em up like what’s brackin’ just look at what i’m packing
he start pressing and this glock start cracking
jpeezy has a stutter, bring up profit margarines like a fake stick of b+tter
thinking revolutionary call me the box cutter
i learned how to play the tuba just to play the uncle ruckus theme
could have played it on bassoon but that instrument doesn’t fit with the tune

trynna rise to the top good thing i’m not afraid of heights
i’m white so call my chains vanilla ice
hang an opp, torture his body and leave his head on a vise
the tribe called quest is the base of all life

i’m a young gangster scotsman with a little bit of african spice

if she’s a certified hoe you know i can’t treat her right
i don’t start fights i finish them
treat an opp like a chord i’ll diminish them
i got mad bricks and i’m flipping them
i got sad chicks and i’m d+cking them
i’m not from the trenches i’m digging them
my opps opps are finnish men
k!lling opps with mental math
study their deaths with an exponential curve, they probably don’t know i’m taking bout a graph

i really don’t like cats, i don’t know why so many people are obsessed with them
my timbs and huge leather jacket are cutting off my circulation
my opps tried to find the circumcision of a circle
he got glasses and suspenders like his names irkel

- jean dawn uncle jimmy lyrics

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