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nitemare 3 - david shawty & yungster jack lyrics

[intro]
yungster jack
david

[verse 1: yungster jack]
i’m in your city, serve me like you got a restaurant
i see you working for me, you still punching in the clock
put my feet in the water on the dock
i’m in a two*door with lil spirit about to pick up some rocks
if you weren’t a little b*tch, i would’ve had this sh*t recorded
they said some sh*t, i look at david, tap my head, he knows it
they think i wrote it, i just punched it, i’m a poet
2018, evil document, i can’t disclose it
don’t ask me sh*t, notice me, she noticed
all that sh*t you talk, talk, talk, that talk, it’s bogus
say it with your chest, you gotta own it
up the dosage, up the dosage, up the dosage
up the dosage, up the dosage, up the dosage
up the dosage, up the dosage, up the dosage
up

[chorus: yungster jack]
nitemared up as f*ck, oh what’s in the my cup?
i told her to suck cause i don’t give a f*ck
human flesh all in my blunt
smokin’ anything for drugs, like whoa
nitemared up as f*ck, oh what’s in the my cup?
i told her to suck cause i don’t give a f*ck
human flesh all in my blunt
smokin’ anything for drugs, like whoa

[verse 2: david shawty]
she’ll do like anything for drugs, what she gonna tell?
nitemared up, glitched up
she not affiliated, her only job is to suck
[?] ziploc filled with different keys
[?] i can’t be nice to you it’s not in my pee
scarecrow, percocet in my pee
she said she next up, only on my d
you can’t even get up without sucking d*ck
now she gonna [?] to me
can’t hit me back, you’re not money to me
[?] but it’s just money to me
now that’s some sh*t y’all don’t even get
[?] toasted in my bed
i remember the person that hit so i had to get him instead
i remember smoking gas and getting nitemared as h*ll
if i slow down on the gas cause that sh*t kinda h*ll
singing my sh*t like a jingle, i’m not talking to belle
they singing my sh*t like happy birthday, it’s easy
crafting this sh*t like a bracelet, go, beat it
dm me your sh*t, you say, “hey, peep it”
[?] in a cup [?] that’s evil
she call me my precious like f*cking ‎sméagol
they say me and jack going up like a f*cking eagle
we be kickin’ it, but that’s not our people
just get to the point like a f*cking steeple

[outro]
jack
da*

- david shawty yungster jack lyrics

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