letra de jack dans - r3ckl3ss
[chorus: diamond]
gun dressed up, tell me what the f-ck you figure, uh
b-tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b-tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
gun dressed up, tell me what the f-ck you figure, uh
b-tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b-tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
[verse 1: diamond]
pop a pill, i’m chillin’, b-tch, i am the villain
ballin’ like i’m healin’, mark this f-ckin’ feeling
down my shirt sippin’, nah
[?] always flippin’, bruh
got your girl, she trippin’, duh
you can call me travy (yeah)
can you drop the addy?
got your girl, she fannin’, she can call me daddy
i got perc’s, i got tens, what the f-ck you want? (mm)
i been poppin’ all my pills, b-tch, i’m focused up (ah)
i don’t talk, got the crills, man, i’m f-ckin’ up
wobble ’round the whole town, man, i’m throwin’ up (yeah)
got me lookin’ up and down, man, i feel stuck (stuck)
f-ck your b-tch and f-ck you too, duh (duh)
[chorus: diamond]
gun dressed up, tell me what the f-ck you figure, uh
b-tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b-tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
[verse 2: r3ckl3ss]
got jack dans, be f-ckin’ up my liver, uh
runnin’ with the gang, yeah, we gonna get your sh-t split, uh
seein’ all her friends, but i only wanna f-ck with her
yeah, she real bad, yeah, you know she gonna sl!ck it up
runnin’ out of time, so you better come and hang with us
throwin’ h-lla bands, yo, racks, gonna rain it up
runnin’ h-lla low, so you know i had to hit ’em up
talkin’ on my name and you gonna get your sh-t hit up (b-tch)
[chorus: diamond]
gun dressed up, tell me what the f-ck you figure, uh
b-tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b-tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
gun dressed up, tell me what the f-ck you figure, uh
b-tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b-tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
[verse 3: r3ckl3ss]
that b-tch, yeah, she flow so far, i ain’t even got no bars
people f-ckin’ in they cars, sound so familiar
homeless [peekers?] on my arms while i’m rappin’ in the yards
now she got me rappin’ hard like i’m in the f-ckin’ dark
spin the city smoking darts, i got p-ssies seein’ stars
yeah, that ass the shape of heart, and so good, it turned r-t-rd
freaky b-tch, she got me hard, that’s not even the best part
yeah, she love me, ain’t no [?], peepin’ her, it from the start
[chorus: diamond]
gun dressed up, tell me what the f-ck you figure, uh
b-tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b-tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
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