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don't quit your day job - vrse lyrics

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hook:

when i get this money

ima black out

now i got the paycheck

i got the pack now

don’t make me act out

don’t make me act out

don’t make me act out

don’t make me act out

if my license not suspended

i’m bout to back out

now i got the women

they got they -ss out

don’t make me act out

don’t make me act out

don’t make me act out

don’t make me act out

verse 1:

don’t make me p-ss out

-ss whoopings like hats clown

quarter tank of gas, ow

but i’m in the club

carpe diem in my dior denim

she wipe me down with the wifey style

strapped up like girbaud jeans

she sucking on me like she lipozene

i’m a fiend

like a lycan gotta do it doggystyle

i’m a foul

being when i go and act up

i roll the dice like it’s cr-ps umm

then i turn the track into some crack or sum

bug a boo like you brak bruh

you green with the envy in a frenzy

looking at me like i’m sp-ce ghost

coasting like a young fiasco

you always with them holiday no cl-ss hoes

they swimming to you like some tadpoles

and you swimming back with your sack jack

don’t quit your day job go support that

don’t quit your day job go support that

verse 2:

i get flip like spatula

these jokers suckas man they look like dracula

word to mother brother i got the vernacular

not from green bay but i’m backpacking

packing the cone full of cheese and my pockets havarti

you look like swiss from the 12-gauge shotty

my bank like provolone so leave the pro alone

the gr-ss ain’t greener unless the cheddar is better

now let’s be clear; clear as the weather

i’m dancing on your plans in my huxtable

sweater

and with my pen, g-u-i-n

did you get that man?

ain’t i tuxedo clever?

got pull like levers, ideas i got a plethora

you tried to play boy, but i’m hugh hefner

so you can be my b-tch like carmen electra

on def jam vendetta but you more like shaniqua

i get hot like beakers, my temperature peaking

your pulse get irregular that’s my presence you feeling

get your hands to the ceiling

while i jump off the roof

into a 2-door coupe

…she say her name ruth

i ask her if she ever boned to ‘gimme the loot’

she said i don’t know man…

…i kick her out the vip in a heartbeat

she tryna start b

she a vegan but she swear she wanna start beef

i’m tryna get the double d like it’s ed and eddy

i had to break her jaw with the slow and steady

wins the race like hawkman i swing that mace

i got my pace

picante i sauce my ways

and highlight when i make my plays

like a cousin come to make his plate

at the barbecue

i don’t f-ck wit y’all

i just chunk the deuce

but lemme get some cornbread

and some mountain dew

pour it out for y’all boys cause i know y’all through

(i know y’all through)

- vrse lyrics

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