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act up (jane remover remix) - jane remover lyrics

[verse 1: jt & yung miami]
real*ass b*tch, give a f*ck ’bout a n*gga
big birkin bag, hold five, six figures
stripes on my ass so he call this p*ssy tigger
f*ckin’ on a scammin’ ass, rich ass n*gga
same group of b*tches, ain’t no adding to the picture
drop a couple racks, watch this ass get bigger
drinkin’ on liquor, and i’m lookin’ at your n*gga
if his money right, he can eat it like a snicker
i ain’t got time for you fake*ass hoes
talkin’ all loud in them fake*ass clothes
fake ass shoes match that fake*ass gold
i’m the realest b*tch ever to you snake*ass hoes

[chorus: jt & yung miami]
act up, you could get sn*tched up
act up, you could get sn*tched up
act up, you could get sn*tched up
dirty*ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up

[verse 2: yung miami]
it’s yung miami, and i came to run my sack up (yup)
tirеd*ass hoes on my page tryna track us (ha)
brand new chain, city girls goin’ platinum (facts)
i keep a baby glock, i ain’t fightin’ with no random, pеriod (period)
you b*tches weak, is you serious? (haha)
i let him taste the p*ssy, now he actin’ all delirious (ow)
did the dash in the rover like it’s fast and furious
she see my number in his phone, now you actin’ curious (b*tch)
he gon’ buy me gucci if i ask for it (yup)
he a classy n*gga rockin’ tom ford (classy)
i bet your lil’ sister wanna look like me (lil’ b*tch)
i bet your lil’ brother wanna f*ck on me
hood b*tch, good p*ssy, i ain’t average, um
he can’t come around without that cabbage, um (nah)
pop a p*ssy b*tch quick, like a bubblegum
i ain’t never worry, i just deal with it for fun
[chorus: jt & yung miami]
act up, you could get sn*tched up
act up, you could get sn*tched up
act up, you could get sn*tched up
dirty*ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up

[verse 3: jt]
jt on the track, and you know i’m ’bout my paper
p*ssy sweet, p*ssy tight, so he called it lifesaver
if your ass a broke n*gga, h*ll nah, i can’t date ya
if your ass a rich n*gga, i’ma f*ck ya ’til you ain’t one
if that n*gga a scammer, i’m turnin’ to a dancer (yup)
i make it clap like he got the right answer
sit on it with manners, get it harder than a hammer
he wanna freak, p*ssy pink, breast cancer

- jane remover lyrics

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