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yatta - hit dat road jack lyrics

[hook: yatta]
hit dat road jack, ray charles hit dat road jack
hit dat road jack, ray charles hit dat road jack
bring them pros back, lil dawg bring them pros back
bring them pros back, lil mama bring them pros back
hit dat road jack, ray charles hit dat road jack
hit dat road jack, ray charles hit dat road jack
bring them pros back, lil dawg bring them pros back
bring them pros back, lil mama bring them pros back

[verse 1: yatta]
he got his pole sn#tched, n#gga callin’ for his pole back
can’t get his pole back, n#gga we already sold that
don’t get your soul sn#tched, we a bring it to your doormat
no cap my n#ggas love to k!ll we don’t just tote straps
she tryna throw it back, i don’t want it that p#ssy throwback
that p#ssy throwback, i already checked them hoe facts
dude a known rat, master splinter he a old rat
could get his bro whacked, green hunnids i got old racks
b#tch i don’t hold hands, i ain’t wit all of that romance
get with the program you sellin’ p#ssy or you pole dance
i don’t slow dance but i ‘a freak you to some slow jams
he a broke man, slap me wrong got me lookin’ like the dopeman
i don’t sell crack rock, but i d#mn sure how to crack cards
smokin’ indoor sh#t, your sh#t was grown in somebody backyard
really in the screets n#gga, i don’t gotta act hard
n#ggas act hard be the first to get back#doored
f#ck a black card, thirty racks in these rockstars
i’m a scammin’ slimeball n#gga watch out for that reebok
finna bust down phillipe, came a long way from g shocks
she bust on this d#ck every time i hit that g spot
mr. blue strips, b#tch i’m still mr. blue strips
n#ggas want smoke, same n#ggas we was bool with
f#ck a true fit, need the louis or the goose sh#t
livin’ off that old body n#gga take a new trip
this ain’t my first go#round i been on a few skits
this ain’t the same glock from last week this a new stick
took an l but i bounced back off of two flips
your n#gga he a sucka got slapped and ain’t do sh#t

[hook: yatta]

[verse 2: dexkrueger]
n#ggas blew a dub stack, then i upped another dub stack
i’ma keep on flexin’ cheese cuz i know these rats love that
where them drugs at, rich call me like where them drugs at
i been high since a toddler poppin’ pills since a rugrat
where you get your drugs at, where you say they showed you love at
them runtz ain’t hittin’ hard boy you need to call your plug back
like n#gga f#ck that, we gon’ rob you shouldn’t have done that
we gon’ make him give us bowes and we gon’ run off ain’t gon’ come back
a little g stack a’ get somebody on your team whacked
a drought on the red, n#ggas almost brought the green back
f#ck [?] i buy some new ones where them fifteens at
and i’m standing straight up so i’m still asking where the lean at
hit that road dex, with a b#tch make her stuff her load dex
hit that road dex, in the field you bring them pros back
hit the road dex, in the field you on some ghost sh#t
they like watch the road dex, i’m in the rear view where that pole at

- yatta lyrics

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