azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

mizzle mac & kidyfs - jack & jill lyrics

Loading...

silly, get wit’ me.. if ever there’s a problem
i usually keep a stick, my face too c+nt to go ’round squabbling
i’m saying, really.. you iffy! you pull this bullsh+t often
i usually let it slide, i think tonight i’ll finally off him

we going jilly, uphill
you love this sh+t forreal
quit lying to that b+tch, ’cause we both know that you don’t k!ll
i’m saying, really.. you iffy! you pull this bullsh+t often
i usually let it slide, i think tonight i’ll finally off+

(ha+ha+ha!)
b+tch i’m p+ssed off
three straight to his chest, call him chris paul
(ha+ha+ha!)
b+tch i’m p+ssed off
walk around with his vest, that’s your big dawg?
(ha+ha+ha!)
b+tch i’m p+ssed off
b+tch i’ll aim it at your neck we ain’t cool at all
(ha+ha+ha!)
b+tch i’m p+ssed off
man i heard he say he next that ain’t true at all

man i’m tripping on ’em
got the percys & the codeine i been sippin on it, ooohh
i heard he slipping on us
got thе v8, twin turbos ain’t no dippin on us
b+tch i’m revving on ’em
what’s the gang you said you rеppin’? b+tch i’m stepping on it
come get your b+tch ’cause she’s a head hunter
we left the block hot, it’s a dead summer!
silly, get wit’ me.. if ever there’s a problem
i usually keep a stick, my face too c+nt to go ’round squabbling
i’m saying, really.. you iffy! you pull this bullsh+t often
i usually let it slide, i think tonight i’ll finally off him

we going jilly, uphill
you love this sh+t forreal
quit lying to that b+tch, ’cause we both know that you don’t k!ll
i’m saying, really.. you iffy! you pull this bullsh+t often
i usually let it slide, i think tonight i’ll finally off+

took the b+tch bowling, told her stay in her lane
i ever date you.. that’s a throuple, that’s me, you, mary+jane
i ever hate you.. you in trouble, ain’t sign up for no games
watch what you take to in your bubble, it get popped you’re the blame

n+ggas talking smoke, i think he talking the hookah
puff it like a b+tch, i don’t believe he a shoota’!
i’m checking smog all wit’ yo’ b+tch she got me missing my cougar
she tried to kiss me after vaping so i turned into luda

the b+tch keep asking what i’m making like she do my accounting
and if this n+gga think he jackin’ must be climbing a mountain
he talking dirty.. pressure wash him, leave the city a fountain
been calling me purty all night, i think he think imma mount him
ugh, its weird.. been drinking now this b+tch is queer
been running from her all night but still don’t think i made it clear
i have my gun on all tight i’d hate to pop it like a theater
thursday to sunday imma dyk+, he think i’d make his perfect beard?

silly, get wit’ me.. if ever there’s a problem
i usually keep a stick, my face too c+nt to go ’round squabbling
i’m saying, really.. you iffy! you pull this bullsh+t often
i usually let it slide, i think tonight i’ll finally off him

we going jilly, uphill
you love this sh+t forreal
quit lying to that b+tch, ’cause we both know that you don’t k!ll
i’m saying, really.. you iffy! you pull this bullsh+t often
i usually let it slide, i think tonight i’ll finally off+

(ha+ha+ha!)
b+tch i’m p+ssed off
three straight to his chest, call him chris paul
(ha+ha+ha!)
b+tch i’m p+ssed off
walk around with his vest, that’s your big dawg?
(ha+ha+ha!)
b+tch i’m p+ssed off
b+tch i’ll aim it at your neck we ain’t cool at all
(ha+ha+ha!)
b+tch i’m p+ssed off
man i heard he say he next that ain’t true at all



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...