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JAC0TE!
JAC0TE!
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JAC0TE!
JAC0TE!
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HoodRixh
HoodRixh
Producer

Lyrics

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(Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh)
Walk down, step on shit (Yuh)
We playin' it like Fendi on Fendi (Yuh)
I been gettin' this dough since a jit was a jit (Yuh)
I got a redbone lil' ho, she a big booty bitch (Yuh)
Got a Rick Owens coat, I get fly as a bitch (Yuh)
And I'm smoking this dope, I get high as a bitch (Yuh)
And he flexin' for hoes, he a lick (Yuh)
And he think that he fire, gotta front him, and the boys ain't on shit (Yuh)
He got a fire, he say he gon'— (Uh)
He got a fire, swear to God (Uh), he gon' buss' (Yuh, yuh)
Pockets so fat, ****, like Uncle Ruckus (Bitch)
Don't play with this shit, ****, come with repercussions (Yuh)
I heard a pussy **** talkin' shit, so we flush him (Yuh)
I'm smokin' on gas by the zip, it's musty (Yuh)
MAC-11 hang on my hip, I'm clutchin' (Yuh)
Double cupped up, take a sip, that bitch muddy (Yuh)
Stop reachin' for dollars, bitch, you not my buddy (Yuh-yuh)
I up with the fire, turn that boy to a mummy (Yuh-yuh)
I fucked her, can't wife, 'cause that ho was a dummy (Yuh-yuh)
Osama, fuck, ****, I ain't had no confetti (Yuh-yuh)
He still ain't got motion, that fuck boy bummy (Yuh-yuh)
My mans got riches, yo' shit be abummy (Yuh-yuh)
I'm fuckin' this bitch, got my dick in her tummy (Yuh-yuh)
I been catchin' motion, and I'm eatin' still when it's sunny (Yuh-yuh)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lemme pop my shit (Ayy, yuh-yuh)
A young **** got motion, these hoes on my dick (Ayy, yuh-yuh)
I get just like a skateboard, just got **** fit (Ayy, yuh-yuh)
If I wake up, don't make no money, them I'm fit (Ayy, yuh-yuh)
If I don't give her dick, then she might throw a fit (Ayy, yuh-yuh)
And I'm swervin' too fast, I spilled drank on my fit (Ayy, yuh-yuh)
Got a freak ass lil' bitch, I might try and pop a tit (Ayy, yuh-yuh)
I'm a dawg, if you play with this shit, you get bit (Ayy, yuh-yuh)
Yuh
Bih', bih' (You know what I'm sayin')
Yuh
Bih', bih' (Big 'C0TE!, lil' bitch)
Yuh, yuh (I go by JAC0TE!)
Bih', bih' (Or 'C0TE!, yuh)
Yuh, yuh (Y'all **** know what up)
Bih', bih' (Fuck that, man, get this shit—)
(Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh)
Yeah I fuck with that bitch, we be doin' more than one
With the gang in this bitch, we don't do one-on-one (Bih', bih')
Show a band in this bitch, you ain't even seen one (Yuh)
I been ballin' on ****, I might go D1 (Yuh)
**** pussy as fuck, they might be one (Yuh)
**** pussy, they feed operators, I'll pull up on your block, just like Recon (Bih', bih')
Lil' bitch, you my son, I'll treat you like Leon
**** my sons, wanna be what I be on (Bih', bih', bitch)
What a touchy ass boy, man, these **** get tee'd on (Yuh)
Wanna battle my gang, well, lil' bitch, you get beat on (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
If you act like a dick, like a dick, you get beat on (Yuh, yuh)
I feel just like a trap star, like shit, I got three phones (Yuh, yuh)
I'm tryna get rich and then buy mama three homes (Yuh, yuh)
You know I'm a dawg, lil' bitch, I need three bones (Yuh, yuh)
Told that bitch to pull up and get her lil' freak on (Yuh, yuh)
I'm rude as a bitch, I put dick in her cheekbone (Yuh, yuh)
I'm touchin' a big ass stick, you got medium (Yuh, yuh)
You get beat with my belt, like, these muh'fuckas beamin' (Yuh, yuh)
I look up to myself, muh'fuckas wanna be me (Yuh, yuh)
I'm too cold with this shit, muh'fuckas can't see me (Yuh)
I need me a bad bitch with a big head, like RiRi (Yuh)
I'm really puttin' in work-work-work, like RiRi (Yuh)
I'm smart as a bitch, **** just like Kiki (Yuh)
I'm hittin' this bitch, ****, her name TiTi
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(Ayy, pipe up, lil' Hoodrixh) Bih', bih'
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He got a fire, he say he gon'— (Uh)
He got a fire, swear to God (Uh), he gon' buss' (Yuh)
Pockets so fat, **** like Uncle Ruckus (Bitch)
Don't play with this shit, it come with repercussions (Yuh)
I heard a **** talk shit, we flush him (Yuh)
I'm smokin' on gas, hot as hell, it's musty (Yuh)
MAC-11 hang on my hip, I'm clutchin' (Yuh)
Double cupped up, take a sip, it's muddy (Yuh)
Written by: JAC0TE!
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