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lirik lagu jackie chan - mg sleepy

[intro]
i just— i just woke up (alright)
i just popped a percocet, i feel like jackie chan
like how the f~ck you say you dropped a ten so you ain’t dropped sh~t? (alright, alright, come on, i’m gon’ come on here like this, alright)

[verse]
i just threw a perky back, i feel like jackie chan
i’m sick that n~ggas speakin’ on the 10 and they ain’t stacked ten
hold up your switchy in the air if you gon’ bust bl!ck
the last opp got left with ass out for sayin’ f~ck 10 (wrong move)
b~tch, i dropped a 5 and, n~gga, f~ck fifth
they ain’t finna speak on what’s his name, go pick him up, b~tch
i see these n~ggas pickin’ sides and cliquin’ up, b~tch
and i’m the type to show a n~gga somethin’, think he tough, b~tch
i’m with my favorite opp b~tch, i make her suck d~ck
i slipped a rollie on her arm, she had a cut wrist
my n~gga f~cked a burnin’ b~tch and took a rough p~ss
i’d rather f~ck with rubbers on ’cause, n~gga, f~ck kids
i ain’t the hardest at the sh~t, then who the f~ck is?
i think i’m finna find a vacant house and move the f~ck in
b~tch, quit starin’ at me ‘fore i bust bl!ck
i lost my hat, was trippin’ in the mall, feel like f~ck lids
coolin’ with my young fox, he on some rough sh~t
and if you pillow talkin’ to a ho then you a punk b~tch
right now i’m off like three shots, i’m on some drunk sh~t
[?] talkin’ to myself, now let me punch in (punch this)
these n~ggas said they robbin’ who? they ain’t gon’ rob sh~t (b~tch)
i know you heard ’bout how i shoot, bro, i do not miss (do not miss)
don’t wanna speak on n~ggas dead, but we done dropped six (dropped six)
now, n~gga, keep that in your head before you drop ten (b~tch)
i know some steppers over east who really locked in
but, b~tch, i know some n~ggas on the north that really bomb sh~t
n~gga, my title say my name, you in your mom’s sh~t
i wonder how your dukes spelt when you got boxed in
i’m finna take my rap check and go cop pigs
i’m sick that n~ggas actin’ plugged in and they ain’t got sh~t (b~tch)
this n~gga uppin’ petty pape’, i really robbed sh~t
i told bro to keep his chain tucked ‘fore he get robbed with it (here)
and i ain’t never punched a clock, you more a job n~gga (job n~gga)
while you was cookin’ n~ggas food, i’m on the block flippin’
i went to school clutchin’ a gun, i got a glock pistol
n~ggas funny, built like aunties, look like my mom’s sister (my mom’s sister)
i be done broke your lil’ jaw and fed you— yop
i be done broke your lil’ jaw and fed you popsicles
told bro that i pray to a god, but i am not christian (not christian)

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