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mototaxi - jacque lorraine & ak tarantino lyrics

[intro: jacque lorraine]
(i love prod. by conscience)
(but i’ma play on his conscience)
la*la*la*la

[verse 1: jacque lorraine]
tennis hit box like i’m runnin’ up a racket on ’em
if i’m spittin’ on the beat, best believe it’s allegory
chicken kung fu like i’m motherf*ckin’ jackie on ’em
[?] like i’m [?] smackin’ on ’em
rock the calligraphy when i’m [?] boy
pop up deliveries, [?] make a lot of noise
[?] i’m poppin’ up my collar, boy
[?] ’cause b*tches k!llin’ me, i’m cookin’ like deposit, boy

[verse 2: ak tarantino]
r.i.p. johnny, we gon’ get it, ain’t no option (ain’t no option)
she show that ass between the buns, what i be all up in (i be all up in)
i rеached a dub just in a day, made a deposit (a dеposit)
he the one can’t buy his lunch, he run off pocket lint (run off pocket lint)
(he on the, he on the) he on the struggle bus
he wouldn’t have the type of bucks to buy a lunch with us (he ain’t got no bucks)
twenty top, twenty on bottom, rest a bunch of ones
cop behind the whip, i had the fenty rock under my nuts

[verse 3: jacque lorraine]
clean up the act, boy, you half of the bubble bath
bubble up the pot, i’m jumpin’ racks like i’m runnin’ that
[?] serve a sum like it’s luncheon, man
if you ain’t [?], sit down, you one dollar jacque
double xl b*tton up, i’m official with it
f*ck a wholesale, i ain’t spendin’ up, i’m on a mission
[?] out of luck, i’m out here chillin’ with your buddies sippin’
we ain’t on the same page, yeah, i been flippin’ different
uh, yeah, i’m doin’ crazy sh*t
kickin’ up my feet while i’m workin’ like i was lazy, b*tch
cozy at the top of the bunk sheets, it’s [?], b*tch
loadin’ up the bullet, then pullin’ off the safety sh*t
[verse 4: ak tarantino]
ayy, i’m [?] on it, she wanna see what my johnny do
i feel like ricky bobby, these ricky jeans got pasta noodles
(bow*bow*bow) that [?] pump me up with booze
boat for boat, green for green, i’ma stomp ’em with the boots
your hoe a hoe, she had walked in, and i was locked into the b00bs
drop this missile on his crib, don’t got no option but to move
i catch mototaxi lackin’, they gon’ clutch on they doubloons
free my brother, he got locked up for that hit*and*run
peanut b*tter, g*19x, it got a titty drum
pick it up with that pickup truck, she bend it into you
i could instantly get in with you before i knew what insta was
cook the pot, then scr*pe the rest up, it ain’t complicated
who was hot, he went to vest up, but his top was vacant
[?] him up, that blood he like, so buddy left the opp to can
[?] bro frakced at us, and he got shot for fakin’

[verse 5: jacque lorraine]
yeah, tell your son to get some racks, hoe
f*ck up out the way, b*tch, i’m batterin’ the backdoor
cl!ckin’ with the clique, i got you clutchin’ on your strap, though
[?] why you sh*ttin’ on that motherf*ckin’ track, joe?
they ask me how the f*ck i do it
i just rap like the rent been stayin’ due
and i don’t act like you b*tches and your children, boy, you [?]
boy, you [?] with the sh*t, go and get it ‘fore you lose it
these some wise words comin’ from the mouth of a mogul
stayin’ on that dirty sh*t, you crackers ain’t ’bout [?]
you gon’ stand for the corny sh*t, i call you boys a kernel
buddy hit me on the phone while i was tappin’ off the burner
[outro: jacque lorraine]
clean up the act, boy, you half of the bubble bath
bubble up the pot, i’m jumpin’ racks like i’m runnin’ that
[?] serve a sum like it’s luncheon, man
if you ain’t [?], sit down, you one dollar jacque
(i love prod. by conscience)

- jacque lorraine ak tarantino lyrics

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