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somebody's getting f**ked - jacki-o lyrics

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[intro]
uh*huh
yeah
*laughs*
uh*huh, yeah
red spyder, uh*huh
jacki*o y’all
just another one of them days y’all
when it ain’t sh*t to do but a b*tch still ball, y’all

[verse 1]
12:30, v12 430
iced up lambskin seats with the white guts
parked in my usual spot, the front row
dark as f*ck, watch still on glow
they sneak me through the back door, i’m mob related
jacki*o up in the house
they celebrating
cruise the club, show security love
make my rounds
show some respect and get pounds
like ginger, i slide ’em a few
they know i got a blade, they just let me slide right through
they like it when i smile, i’m a classy ho
and they love it when they partying with jacki*o
see, n*ggas like hennessy [?]
[?] got my table waiting
me being the g b*tch that i am
i pop the top, made a toast, and made my spot
[chorus]
you with it? i’m with it
bring the car ’round, let’s hit it
i ain’t playing, hope you ain’t playing
all i’m saying is
somebody’s getting f*cked tonight!
climbing walls
tearing draws
on the floors
like we dogs
i ain’t playing, i hope you ain’t playing
all i’m saying is
somebody’s getting f*cked tonight!

[verse 2]
[?] head pumping, lip gloss shining
i think i’m in the mood for grinding
got the hips to sixty*nine and i’m built for fun
from the waist down, look just like i’m packing a gun
booyah!
all these n*ggas, i got to like one
all these hoes, i got to fight one
i get right up in a n*gga chest, he palm my ass
ask if he can buy me a glass, [?] the bar
he asking why i don’t model
(i know)
i told him ’cause i don’t gotta
(you know)
lips in chanel, hips in gabbana
and my whips have so much pill, it be bananas
cut the small talk and get to the point
we could blow this dro and we could blow this joint
what you wanna do?
club is cute, but the crowd is rowdy
we could be benz, and we could be outie
[chorus]
you with it? i’m with it
bring the car ’round, let’s hit it
i ain’t playing, hope you ain’t playing
all i’m saying is
somebody’s getting f*cked tonight!
climbing walls
tearing draws
on the floors
like we dogs
i ain’t playing, i hope you ain’t playing
all i’m saying is
somebody’s getting f*cked tonight!

[verse 3]
me and a couple of friends got pills and more
at the biltmore
and ready to ill for dough
like the bottles of [?]
and the ounces of cris
and the cases of cris
n*gga, taste this!
at the club, i creep
i’ll get with a thug, make him cheat
see that same n*gga tomorrow and don’t speak
laughing at him
i tell him to catch me in traffic!
good p*ssy calling, new orleans
on the scene with my girl named cream
always neat and shaved in a b
and i keep my legs open ’cause diamond’s gotta breathe
she my best friend, we real tight
we don’t fight, i play with her all night!
she’s a snapper
spit like a rapper
i ain’t joking
that chick there smokin’!
[chorus] x2
you with it? i’m with it
bring the car ’round, let’s hit it
i ain’t playing, hope you ain’t playing
all i’m saying is
somebody’s getting f*cked tonight!
climbing walls
tearing draws
on the floors
like we dogs
i ain’t playing, i hope you ain’t playing
all i’m saying is
somebody’s getting f*cked tonight!

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