Top Songs By The Jacka
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Jacka
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominick L Newton
Lyrics
Traxamillion - Sultan H. Banks
Composer
Lyrics
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But truth to admit, you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy
You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle
Rocks on the wrist big things nice car
You wanna live life with a rich rock star
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'ma a rush so I probably never call
Why you tryna front girl you know you ain't ready
I be in the hood every day with my family
We the mafia similar gone get me
I'ma animal, miss my close don't fit me
Hangin on my ave when we pull up in the Bentley
Nobody ever laugh girl we always leanin nigga
All I ever wanted was to see what was in yah
I'm the Jack ice cold Mack from The Figgas
Lock N tha county share my cell with a killa
All he ever said to jack I neva heard a nigga realah fat sherm
To the fo' XIV gorillaz all my niggas doin life do what I can to my life betta
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But truth to admit you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy
You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle
Rocks on the wrist big things nice car
You wanna live life with a rich rock star
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'm a rush so I probably never call
You know you love The Jacka
I'm right here boutta dipp out in my six fit gear
Tear tree smoke and them tens on there
Tryna find the Hus nigga all white pair
Buy the Gucci Loafers you'll never know where
Go buy ma new shit hop in the chair
Some tell a muthafucka how it ain't fair
Never seen ma color before all my shoes rare
You can hit the mall, but you'll never find uhm there no
Boy you know the jump off yeah? yeah
Bought to make it pop off dough tho
This box thing is all I know, Know
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But truth to admit you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy
You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle
Rocks on the wrist, big things nice car
You wana live life with a rich rock star
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'm a a rush so I probably never call
My lifestyle baybee lika a S500
Gather up yo friends jump in and I'm a gun it
Then give me ten minutes and mah glock talk hit yah
Andre Nickatina in yo camera phone picture
I watch how the wheels rotate, break down a eighth
The color of ma sneaker is the color of my face
I wear my wife beater like a banga
My rap style freak got one up in the chamber
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But truth to admit, you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy
You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle
Rocks on the wrist, big things nice car
You wanna live life with a rich rock star
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'm a a rush so I probably never call
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy
You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy
Rocks on the wrist big dreams nice cars
You know I paper cus I a D-Boy
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Andre Adams
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