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lirik lagu my sub (pt. 2 the jackin’) – big k.r.i.t.

i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)

i still live in my trunk and i could’ve take pop, my real cha chop on my b-ss line

(n-gg- wut?)
cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars
(n-gg- wut?) (shook up the stars)
i’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (n-gg- wut?)
(n-gg- wut?) (shook up the stars)
i’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (n-gg- wut?)
(n-gg- wut?) (shook up the stars)
i’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (n-gg- wut?)
(n-gg- wut?) (shook up the stars)

yo cuz i’m back again, old school and i’m backin’ out
cuz the boss still rep that, grip that
hit the b-ss and i’m actin’ out
on the after bath you stackin’ clouds
shoppin’ what they ask about
in the parkin’ lot deep when the whole world sleep
all night in my seat ‘til i’m p-ssin’ out
gotta keep my eyes open cuz i hear that fire scopin’
from the car with the pants off and the cha cha belt so i drive slowly
f-ckin’ bangin’ a bad wood like a left shoe, with the lights, we go ten
stopped at the gas station for a package shift
i found trinkets of purple mint just to freshen up
tried to say she can’t afford
but we gotta make a move cuz it’s after 2
and her man is the type of bull, she fightin’ ‘im but i ain’t though
now she wonder what she came for
but i ain’t trippin’ no place, i ain’t even gonna flip
over none a n-gg- b-tch, move over to the next

i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)

i still live in my trunk and i could’ve take pop, my real cha chop on my b-ss line

i still got my sub hoe

jammin’ on that drawer flow
king kong’s in my trunk, in a fight with thumb, better lick my sore throat
shorty in the front seat but see that can’t hide full
she ain’t worried ‘bout her man no more
h-ll, h-ll not a jiddy hoe that may never slam no doors
i thought i saw some light but i’m trippin’
i got a birthday riffle, i miss it
i hear the super 8 cuz she super late and she know the way and i did
all in my view, have no feel, says she wanna f-ck with me
well, i told ‘er that’s all good while she broke my wood but a pimp don’t f-ck her booty
she left to answer her phone, i swear it’s 3 in the morn’
like who could that be, she looked at me like he won’t leave me alone
but it’s a d-mn shame, he don’t know my name and i ain’t got no time to choke throats
at least just get in room and do what we do and be about your thing until 4

i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)
i still got my sub hoe (hoe)

i still live in my trunk and i could’ve take pop, my real cha chop on my b-ss line

i still got my sub hoe

yo shawty, just lock my door and get out
alright baby, i got you
aye wiley, what’s cookin’ boy?
you always on this phone
wiley, i’m just right across the street from where you livin’ boy
… don’t worry about it man
for real, i got you
aye aye hold on
boom, motherf-cker
…
b-tch, shut the f-ck up
open the trunk and put this motherf-cker inside

last night my dj saved my life
last night my dj saved my life
last night my dj saved my life
last night my dj saved my life
my life, my life

- big k r i t

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