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jackpot - jayessy lyrics

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[chorus]
momma heard my sh*t — she know she hit the jackpot
’cause n*ggas bump my tapes around the corner like it’s crack rock
bad b*tches would tell you that it hit them in they g*spot
i’m number 1 and 2 — man, you can have the f*cking 3 spot

’cause i’ll be spittin’ these
’til deceased or my t**th drop
or ’til i’m so f*cking rich
you couldn’t hit me with a cheap shot
at least not the type of n*gga that would claim the streets
but soon as i make some grands
i’ma show you how a g walk

[verse 1]
three*peating —
if we going against your team
like i’m mike and scottie p.,
i’ma show you how the 6 talk

my b*tch told me she want c’s on her body
had to tell her, young n*gga never learned how to crip walk
not the type of n*gga that be with the sh*t talk —
i’ll just turn my tunes up, let you hear my sh*t talk

rich paul —
if you on my squad, then you getting rings
man, 2007 was the year that changed everything
’cause growing up, momma barely had any things
thrift shopping —
made me swear to jah: don’t say anything
i’d break my f*cking jaw
on these songs just to bury him

ja morant on the f*cking scene, how i carry teams
no thug thangs — i’m just looking for some love, mane
but luh main shawty just wan’ eat the d*ck like lo mein

i was supposed to go to college for some law, mane —
but nah
jay found another way to practice wordplay
ah

[chorus]
momma heard my sh*t — she know she hit the jackpot
’cause n*ggas bump my tapes around the corner like it’s crack rock
bad b*tches would tell you that it hit them in they g*spot
i’m number 1 and 2 — man, you can have the f*cking 3 spot

’cause i’ll be spittin’ these
’til deceased or my t**th drop
or ’til i’m so f*cking rich
you couldn’t hit me with a cheap shot
at least not the type of n*gga that would claim the streets
but soon as i make some grands
i’ma show you how a g walk
[outro]
i swear you n*ggas like kakashi — how you copy n*ggas
need to cop me a new coffin — how i f*cking body n*ggas
prolly why all of they b*tches on my body, n*gga
went from penny pinching, turned to riches
momma prolly proud of n*ggas
ah

[dialogue]
“okay… maybe i got a little carried away
we definitely ain’t rich yet.”

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