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gangsta b*tch - jacki-o lyrics

[intro]
oh hi! hi, jacki?
i love your music, i love your style, but
i don’t know if there’s a market for you
i mean, you rap very hard*like
i don’t know …

[verse 1]
cut the chase, hoe
i’ll cut your face, hoe
if that’s your man, i wanna f*ck him in his face, hoe
i post bail
and never broke a toenail
jacki*o sh*t so the other b*tch won’t sell
[?] coupe with the back on
give him head with my mac on
yeah i get my mack on
sh*t poppin’ like top so hypnotic
i could go a little farther just to get his d*ck harder
(gangsta!)
you won’t say sh*t
get in bed and lay stiff
exactly why he’s not around when you need to pay rent
you broads irk me
where thе [?]
in my heels, lift my skirt up
slurpee
if you’re gangsta, i’m just what you’re looking for
in the kitchеn cooking raw
give that man a likkle more!
y’all hustle can’t f*ck with her opps
poe boy got the boy that’ll bust ya heart
[chorus]
in this life i lead, proceed to smoke weed
$100,000 cars moving at a high speed
jacki*o, hoe call the crackas
large scales of chanel, that’s all i’m after
i’m a gangsta, a gangsta b*tch
you need a gangsta, a gangsta b*tch (uh)
the same hoe that’ll run in the bank
[?]
stash box under the tank

[verse 2]
rip the top off the thunderbird (oooohhhh)
i’m number one with words
you know what’s in the purse
i go to [?] first
you hoes so fake
talking sh*t with no cake
i don’t associate
running sh*t with no brakes
you hoes k!ll me, talking like you got it all
when you still selling p*ssy at the adams mall
when i got ’em all tryna take me to the mall
f*ck ’em, buy a car, then we could hang hard
you know my thang hard, playa we them gangstas
f*ck a n*gga with a job, he got a [?] heart
buy a condo, take me to the tippy top
get these titties hard
and l!ck this pretty c*ck
[chorus]
in this life i lead, proceed to smoke weed
$100,000 cars moving at a high speed
jacki*o, hoe call the crackas
large scales of chanel, that’s all i’m after
i’m a gangsta, a gangsta b*tch
you need a gangsta, a gangsta b*tch (uh)
the same hoe that’ll run in the bank
[?]
stash box under the tank

[verse 3]
walking out of court styling
never caught smiling
’cause i’m living like you would on your fourth album
strolling through the beans since i was a young teen
my cousin was a fiend, made me wanna come clean
they was content (not i) getting they nails done
i was [?] liquor, tryna help a n*gga sell one
do the right thing, dirtbag or the [?] wrong
*sniff* *sniff*
you can smell a chanel, huh?
jacki*o, y’all know to give me more sp*ce
i need some weed, ’cause this blunt got some more sp*ce
clubbing, afterparty, know to go to sp*ce
follow me, ’cause this gangsta b*tch know the way
[chorus]
in this life i lead, proceed to smoke weed
$100,000 cars moving at a high speed
jacki*o, hoe call the crackas
large scales of chanel, that’s all i’m after
i’m a gangsta, a gangsta b*tch
you need a gangsta, a gangsta b*tch (uh)
the same hoe that’ll run in the bank
[?]
stash box under the tank

- jacki o lyrics

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