The Jack

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Hard rock
Heavy metal
Polish
Live
Rock 'n' roll

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[Intro] Zaytoven [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] How I'm going crazy crazy crazy bitch I get it These bitches popping mollies like the hippies in the 60's Bring your ass to East Atlanta I don't do deliveries I'm talking like I'm Tony Montana Homes ain't killing no children In Sun Valley with blue new Ballys and Bricks all under the building Homegirl said her man getting money But I ain't seen the nigga I missed it New Lambo and I'm sitting real low Sliding riding without my ceiling Used to be my ho, you can have that ho My nigga I ain't got no feelings Before I started rapping, Gucci Mane was selling dope Her brother want to meet me but I'm steady saying 'no' Call my phone again, I'mma have to tell 'em 'go' 2 hundred squares, hundred pairs What's the price - low (Gucci) [Chorus: Bankroll Fresh] Bring them things in, bring them things in When you come, man make sure you have them dividends Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds So I can easily count it Man I'm going hard, summertime them Forgies mounted How you doing? Im going stupid, going dumb bitch I'm a Zone 3 nigga you know I'm on that slum shit And my nigga from that 6 And he juugin off them bricks And he fucking with Yung Fresh And they know the streets is back (hey) [Verse 2: Chief Keef] Johnny Dang on my wrist Cost 'bout a couple bricks Got Vellanos on my whips Forgiatos on my whips Got the .40 on my hip With 'bout 50 in the clip Hit the kitchen, hit the strip Drop some pounds and some zips Hit the block, sell it here Hit your block, let it rip She give me top in that six Bitch my watch very clear And my pockets very fat And I stay spending racks Spend them stacks, get it back 12 chickens in the back Migos meet me in the front Bitch this ain't what I want Try to play me like a punk My niggas will leave you slumped Migos meet me in the front Bitch this ain't what I want Try to play me like a punk My niggas will leave you slumped [Chorus: Bankroll Fresh] Bring them things in, bring them things in When you come, man make sure you have them dividends Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds So I can easily count it Man I'm going hard, summertime them Forgies mounted How you doing? Im going stupid, going dumb bitch I'm a Zone 3 nigga you know I'm on that slum shit And my nigga from that 6 And he juugin off them bricks And he fucking with Yung Fresh And they know the streets is back (hey) [Verse 3: Bankroll Fresh] Juugin off the mid On the table is the Sig Man we got cameras in the front We see you backing in (I see you nigga hey) When you come in Make sure you have them hundreds then We count dividends Only conversating if you spend Super charge straight A Charger see it on them rims Bitch I'm fucking head in You been a real nigga when (when?) If you wanna buy ten Come and buy a thirty-six Charge him thirty-two nicks That's a five for the drive Benz top circumcised And you know the body wide Glock 9 on my thigh Hit him right between the eyes Yung Fresh street nigga Bitch I'm from the Jack City Allen Temple riding with me If you want it come get it (Fresh) [Chorus: Bankroll Fresh] Bring them things in, bring them things in When you come, man make sure you have them dividends Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds So I can easily count it Man I'm going hard, summertime them Forgies mounted How you doing? Im going stupid, going dumb bitch I'm a Zone 3 nigga you know I'm on that slum shit And my nigga from that 6 And he juugin off them bricks And he fucking with Yung Fresh And they know the streets is back (hey)