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letra de gangsta bitch - jacki-o

[intro]
oh, hi! hi, jacki!
i went over 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, the sh-t, so the other b-tch won’t sell
push the coupe with the back on
give him head with my mac on, yeah, i get my mack on
sh-t poppin’ like tubs of hpnotiq
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, i’m where the work be
in my heels, lift my skirt up and slurp me
if you’re gangsta, i’m just what you’re looking for
in the kitchen cooking raw, give that man a likkle more!
y’all hustle can’t f-ck with our house
poe boy got the boy that’ll bust ya hard
[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 is 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 (oooh), i’m number one with words
you know what’s in the purse, i go to blunt it 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 gotta sling hard
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 is 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 at a liquor tryna help a n-gga sell one
do the right thing, dirtbag or the sh-ll’s 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, after party, know to go to sp-ce
follow me ’cause this gangsta b-tch know the way

- jacki o

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