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hard to creep - jackboy lyrics

[intro]
ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, ooh (d.a. got that dope)

[chorus: jackboy]
innocent ’til proven guilty, [?] n*ggas with no pateks
someone special in my city so my glock come with a titty
i’d rather have my n*gga with me, b*tch, i do not need security
if my n*gga ain’t with me, better believe i got a gun close to me
if my n*gga ain’t with me, i’m prolly creepin’, i got your ho with me
but it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make ’em notice me
f*ckin’ on her and her momma, none of you n*ggas cold as me
whippin’ up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me

[verse 1: jackboy]
know she wanna be my baby
say she tryna stroll with me
no, you cannot be my lady
ain’t finna have no ho with me
she know that i’ma annoy you, n*gga
don’t need it just to pop a n*gga
i rock a n*gga, dirty glock, b*tch, you play with pencils
i don’t give no f*cks, i’m climbin’ to the top
i still’ll pop a n*gga
i don’t give no f*cks, i came to get the guap
i don’t need to talk to n*ggas
head buster, wig splitter, my hitta, he a go*getter
step on you and boy are jealous
ballin’ on ’em, sportscenter
i f*ck your b*tch then return to sender
if i f*ck your b*tch, i might leave it in her
she eat the d*ck but can’t stay for dinner
would turn a good girl into a sinner
leav your man, come f*ck with a winner
leave your man, come f*ck in a sprinter
all these racks, woulda thought i got a printer
all these racks, gotta f*ck this business
[chorus: jackboy]
innocent ’til proven guilty, [?] n*ggas with no pateks
someone special in my city so my glock come with a titty
i’d rather have my n*gga with me, b*tch, i do not need security
if my n*gga ain’t with me, better believe i got a gun close to me
if my n*gga ain’t with me, i’m prolly creepin’, i got your ho with me
but it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make ’em notice me
f*ckin’ on her and her momma, none of you n*ggas cold as me
whippin’ up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me

[verse 2: 42 dugg]
fifty thousand, back end
the b*tch come do this show with me
lately i been f*ckin’ on her frien, how she go with me?
i put all my n*ggas in position
winnin’ was the goal, how the f*ck we have an issue?
i took perfect but it’s missin’, got the gang from the kitchen
don’t forget to the dishes, bakin’ soda and the, nevermind
i hear lambo’ trucks went up, i’m sellin’ mine
every time my young n*gga touched, i spend a dime
you see me, i was never totin’ back then, on reece
bad b*tch, we called to f*ck her friend, free skeet
ayy, free spencer, n*gga, drive, ayy, ric’
(free the boys)

- jackboy lyrics

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