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jack & jill - mizzle mac & kidyfs lyrics

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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

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