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smarterfreestyle! - jackloe lyrics

(intro)
how about a little music to count me money to?
aye, yeah, aye, i got choppas in the back just like a*
(what?, yeah, uh, haha, um)
oh my* yeah, haha, b*tch, aye, this goes dummy!
(what?, aye, this is stupid bro, aye, what?, what?)

(chorus)
cut a b*tch off like i’m a barber
dunk on these boys like i’m vince carter
she give me knowledge like she went to harvard
when that b*tch done we gon see if i’m smarter
got h*lla cash, like i won the lottery
you said we done so why you tryna talk to me?
that boy my target, feel like its archеry
boy put your hands up, b*tch its a robbery
cut a b*tch off like i’m a barber
dunk on thеse boys like i’m vince carter
she give me knowledge like she went to harvard
when that b*tch done we gon see if i’m smarter
got h*lla cash, like i won the lottery
you said we done so why you tryna talk to me?
that boy my target, feel like its archery
boy put your hands up, b*tch its a robbery

(verse)
(brrrrraa) you a b*tch boy
scope on the choppa like how could i miss boy?
i* i took his b*tch even though he a rich boy
that b*tch wanna eat me up like a kinder joy
yeah i heard she a b*tch so i pulled up with toys
i’ve been playing these hoes like a new gameboy
if you think you hard imma k!ll you boy
sneak up to yo house i’m right at your door*
(whisper)
my hands full cause i got on me two sticks
won’t let the beat breathe, i’m rappin off of the rip
all these b*tches around me fake, like the matrix
and shout*out my ex, i hope she rest in p*ss
they be like “look at jack, why he do it like that?”
cause i’m rappin too fast and they can’t even catch me
we been driving real fast, don’t care about gas
two hundred on the dash nah this ain’t no taxi

(chorus)
cut a b*tch off like i’m a barber
dunk on these boys like i’m vince carter
she give me knowledge like she went to harvard
when that b*tch done we gon see if i’m smarter
got h*lla cash, like i won the lottery
you said we done so why you tryna talk to me?
that boy my target, feel like its archery
boy put your hands up, b*tch its a robbery
cut a b*tch off like i’m a barber
dunk on these boys like i’m vince carter
she give me knowledge like she went to harvard
when that b*tch done we gon see if i’m smarter
got h*lla cash, like i won the lottery
you said we done so why you tryna talk to me?
that boy my target, feel like its archery
boy put your hands up, b*tch its a robbery
(outro)
brrrrrah, yeah, b*tch, b*tch
(jackloe, you’re mean)

- jackloe lyrics

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