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mak11 - jackpot lyrics

jackpot lyrics
(verse) [mak11]
yeah, it’s mak11
i might eat the kitty
dinner date
youngin keep it l!ckin, get eliminated
i’mma leave the city for a bigger plate
run up on the kid and get disintegrated
i want gucci on my body
louis in my laundry
foreign coupe de voiture noir
that super slime bugatti
call up shooters on ducati’s
if them dudes get saucy
b+tch i’m goin stupid with my posse
order sushi with wasabi
pour a deuce up in the lobby
hoe i’m booted like a floppy
back in 1998 (on the gang)
i got the juice
they wanna copy what i do
but it look sloppy when they move
cause they ain’t grinding night and day
that’s why they always in the way
i’m popular from dropping off this audio
no contest, i’m the hottest and you oughta know
every project got em gawkin at the drawing board
bible by my concepts stay exhausted while i’m on a roll
(hook) [mak11]
that sh+t wack, just admit the facts
y’all be big cap, yup fitted hat
i was in the trap had to pick a pack
then i did the spat ran out with a sack yaaa
cl!ck clack, now we ridding rats
if that b+tch bad then that chick is mak’s
i can’t slip a slack imma get the racks
while my richards stack like i hit the jackpot

(verse) [yrb papii]
hit jackpot like i’m robbin the casino
pocket aces feel like a young rob dinero
lotta faces fanned out while i’m counting c+notes
gold bracelet, gold chains, feel like a pharaoh
or sparrow, i’m drunk off that jack
could fly like an aeroplane, dunk like i’m shaq
got no plan to stop til my name on a plaque
so watch how we drop when it’s papii and mak
i’m too nasty with the classics
money long can’t use elastic
make a hit it’s automatic
out the park it’s so jurassic
we national, no geographic
f+ck wit us, it get traumatic
the trauma unit comin, they be prepping up the e r
they really be some p+ssies they ain’t stepping up in v r
actin like he got it, lil homie tryna be hard
while i’m knocking like this beat
he tryna find out where his t++th are
(hook) [mak11]
that sh+t wack, just admit the facts
y’all be big cap, yup fitted hat
i was in the trap had to pick a pack
then i did the spat ran out with a sack yaaa
cl!ck clack, now we ridding rats
if that b+tch bad then that chick is mak’s
i can’t slip a slack imma get the racks
while my richards stack like i hit the jackpot

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