Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mrs. Jackson , by - Elujay. Song from the album Jentrify, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mrs. Jackson |
| I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold? |
| Don’t wanna be taxing |
| Cause you act so cold |
| You act so cold, why you act so cold? |
| Why you act so cold? |
| Why you act so cold? |
| We gon push it like a four, gee I don’t wanna go |
| Do a buck fifty, I’m just tryna get you home |
| She ain’t think a nigga write about her in the song |
| She gon' hit a nigga DM when she all alone |
| She take that percocet and fifth of jack to ease her pain |
| Your embellishment be telling me about your name |
| Senorita, probably think that I just run that game |
| I fantasize about the feeling, sliding in your frame |
| By far, you the coldest |
| Cold aesthetic, perfect picture, part it like I’m Moses |
| I just wanna synchronize the moment and emotion |
| Hennessey my vice and penny driver in a potion |
| I be playing a fool girl |
| Go and tell your nigga that we friends and we cool, girl |
| I love the way that you do what you do, girl |
| I got some tendency now get in the mood, yeah |
| I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold? |
| Don’t wanna be taxing |
| Cause you act so cold |
| You act so cold, why you act so cold? |
| Why you act so cold? |
| Why you act so cold? |
| Can a nigga swoop or what? |
| With the henny just to loosen up |
| Ride around the town with the music up, getting stupid drunk |
| But pull it over when we’re .09 |
| I swear the legal limit been the only limit of mine |
| I’m a little too drunk to take you for dinner and wine |
| But if that’s what you really want, I guess that’ll be fine |
| I can, simp for the bud one time |
| Niggas do whatever for a nut onetime |
| Laugh, out, mother-fucking loud |
| We can fuck around as long as we don’t fuck around |
| I’m kinda down for whatever you are |
| Just give me the word |
| At times you just wanna talk, you feel like you don’t be heard |
| I could be Alicia Keys with the diary |
| Communication is key, oh the irony |
| I guess, being the baddest bitch could be tiring |
| You killing them softly and quietly |