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Nightcore Lux - Jack And Jill lyrics

Artist: Nightcore Lux

album: Jack And Jill


Yeah (Ya dig?)
Trappin' in the back with the 'migos (Yeah, ya dig?)
Boards on the windows on them bandos (Huh)
Told me hit my dance (NLMB Gang)
Known to dab on the bitch like the Migos (Like the what?)
In the trap water whip, like the kilo (Like the what?)
Up, Down, Left, Right, A, B, ho (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I just entered in a cheat code
It's just me ho (Yeah, it's just me, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Chip on my shoulder, like a bag of Fritos (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Where I'm from, 12 come, you better lay low
Woah, woah, fuck with the gang, get a halo (Get a halo)
You should be embarrassed (You should!)
Fuck your bitch then spin her like a wheel, Ferris (Oh yeah)
I ain't even dig her, I'm just tryna nail her (Tryna nail)
V12 then bail, huh
That bitch ain't got no ride, I'm gon' fuck around and mail her
Water on my wrist (Huh, yeah), swimming like a sailor (Ice, ice)
Water coming out your bitch (Water), she think that I'm a sailor
Swim in that bitch like a fish (Uh-huh, a fish)
I tear the pussy to bits (Uh-huh)
We go together like Lilo & Stitch (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Money, Mayweather come hot like a fist
Whip her up like a brick
Double cup, don't pour liquor up (Wet), codeine what I sip
Percs-R-Us, my dick in her guts, drill, drill, drill (Smash)
Semi tucked, I'ma finger fuck (Uh-huh), load and let it drill (Grra)
I'm Jack no Jill, falling down a hill on a pill, pill, pill
What it is? Mister two tone AP kid, yeah (Two tone AP, uh)
Super rich, I could pay your mama rent, yeah
What I spent, you worked for ten years to get, yeah, uh
Hop offbeat, then get right back on that bitch (Uh)
Known to dab on the bitch like the Migos (Like the Migos)
In the trap water whip (Uh-huh), like the kilo (Kilo)
Up, Down, Left, Right, A, B, ho
I just entered in a cheat code (I just entered in a motherfuckin')
It's just me ho (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Chip on my shoulder, like a bag of Fritos (Like a bag)
Where I'm from, 12 come, you better lay low (Better lay low)
Whoa, whoa, fuck with the, gang get a halo
Fuck with the gang, get a halo (Get a halo)
Hit the biggest stain makin' Lucid Dreams
A young nigga doing things, they been through some things
Bro used to let the choppa sing, sound like Shabba Ranks
I remember robbing niggas, claiming that they gang (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Them niggas was snakes, they was snitchin', turn on you in your face
Shoot 'em up, then pull up to that nigga wake (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
See his brothers sittin' over his body and lettin' 'em waste
Real shit (Real), that's the shit my older brothers had to deal with
Came a long way from the project buildings, and drug dealings
I've seen the trenches for real (Yeah)
Where I'm from, they be born and raised, to kill (Uh, yeah)
Numb, don't feel, uh (Yeah)
Kids tote steel, uh (Yeah)
Babies gettin' killed, uh (Yeah)
Crazy how we live, uh (Yeah)
Glad God forgives, uh (Yeah)
We'll send steel bullets through his windshield (Uh)
Known to dab on the bitch like the Migos (Like the Migos)
In the trap water whip, like the kilo (Kilo, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Up, Down, Left, Right, A, B, ho
I just entered in a cheat code
It's just me ho (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Chip on my shoulder, like a bag of Fritos (Like a bag, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Where I'm from, 12 come, you better lay low
Woah, woah, fuck with the gang, get a halo

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