| In a box, bitch
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| With that log, bitch
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| Wanna flock, bitch
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| I’m talkin' 'bout Haj slid the beat
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| Gave me top, bitch
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| I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)
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| I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)
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| Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)
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| That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)
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| Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)
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| Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)
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| Woke up, we inside the infirmary
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| Woke up right back in a box (In a box, bitch)
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| Bitch, you play, you gon' get hit with that log (With that log, bitch)
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| Kodak visit me, now CO’s wanna flock (Wanna flock, bitch)
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| On my mama life, a CO gave me top (Gave me top, bitch)
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| That ain’t change shit, it’s still fuck the cops (Fuck the cops, bitch)
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| I don’t care what you did, ho, you still an opp (You still an opp, bitch)
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| You jail talk, came home and she got dropped (She got dropped)
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| Should’ve brought her to the 'jects to get swapped (Get swapped)
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| I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)
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| I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)
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| Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)
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| That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)
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| Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)
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| Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)
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| Woke up, we inside the infirmary
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| Hey, hey, I don’t need you, you need me, yeah, hey
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| Soon as I get my nut, I’ma leave, yeah, hey
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| Beat that pussy sloppy 'til it cream, yeah, hah
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| And then I’ma sneak out when you sleep, yeah, hey
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| Y’all on shit
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| Tell me what you don’t know, bitch
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| Haystack in my poker chips
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| Bitch, hop on my pogo stick, yeah
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| Oh, you slow slow, bitch?
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| Post me, that’s a no-no, bitch, yeah
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| Ain’t no photo, bitch
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| I promise I don’t know you, bitch
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| He a lil' bougie jit, two racks for the kicks, came off frontin' nicks
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| Bitch, get off my dick, I’m not tryna trick, you steady sneakin' pics
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| On that groupie shit, you pathetic bitch
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| Tryna get rich, tryna soak my drip, tryna steal my clout
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| Bitch, without a doubt I’m the realest out
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| Go and ask the South what lil' Jack about
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| Play with guns, I don’t really like to shout
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| Bitch, don’t run your mouth or we hoppin' out
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| Bullets poppin' out, then we skrrt skrrt out
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| Then we skrrt skrrt out
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| I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)
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| I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)
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| Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)
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| That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)
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| Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)
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| Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)
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| Woke up, we inside the infirmary
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| I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)
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| I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)
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| Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)
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| That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)
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| Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)
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| Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jail Talk, artist - Jackboy. Album song Lost In My Head, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп