Nothing it's nothing
Something it's something Yeah
I like it it keeps me on track
Wasted waiting
I'm lost what
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Gotta keep my wits about a chick
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve-o
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve-o
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
Baby take a risk and call me daddy
She pushing back I'm poking up that Fany
But I'll never share location with you sadly
Big nose perfect body I call her maddy yeah
For Her I drop everything except the addy
She said she love me why treat her so badly
Sorry baby no can not tary
Better leave all them feeling by the morning
Yeah
I told baby girl I'll never love her
And she want me to bone her
And the next day to call her
Sorry lil momma if I told you I'll never love you
Whatever happens next is all your karma
And I don't really care about the drama
Say I'm a bad guy still do what I wanna
I be in the crib just rolling splifs
That's how I be avoiding all that toxic shit
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve O
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
I can tell by the look up in your face
That you rather me just take my life away
But not everyday gone be great
Not every birthday girl you gone eat cake
Sometimes I feel like I can't trust a soul
Sometimes I feel like I should let go
I put my soul up on the stove
And the devil gave it back cause I'm way too cold
Jack Frost frío
New Spanish bitch pussy taste like plátanos
Used to bagging bitchs in my what are those
Some niggas got it
Some niggas don't
That's how it is
That's how it goes
I can count on my hands niggas I know that is ten toes
And ever other nigga that I know is a hoe and I gotta keep my wits bout those
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve O
I'm Steve O
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
I'm too cold
Big chune introduction
Elli uqahs - Jack ass Lyrics
Elli uqahs - Jack ass Lyrics
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Nothing it's nothing
Something it's something Yeah
I like it it keeps me on track
Wasted waiting
I'm lost what
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Gotta keep my wits about a chick
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve-o
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve-o
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
Baby take a risk and call me daddy
She pushing back I'm poking up that Fany
But I'll never share location with you sadly
Big nose perfect body I call her maddy yeah
For Her I drop everything except the addy
She said she love me why treat her so badly
Sorry baby no can not tary
Better leave all them feeling by the morning
Yeah
I told baby girl I'll never love her
And she want me to bone her
And the next day to call her
Sorry lil momma if I told you I'll never love you
Whatever happens next is all your karma
And I don't really care about the drama
Say I'm a bad guy still do what I wanna
I be in the crib just rolling splifs
That's how I be avoiding all that toxic shit
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve O
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
I can tell by the look up in your face
That you rather me just take my life away
But not everyday gone be great
Not every birthday girl you gone eat cake
Sometimes I feel like I can't trust a soul
Sometimes I feel like I should let go
I put my soul up on the stove
And the devil gave it back cause I'm way too cold
Jack Frost frío
New Spanish bitch pussy taste like plátanos
Used to bagging bitchs in my what are those
Some niggas got it
Some niggas don't
That's how it is
That's how it goes
I can count on my hands niggas I know that is ten toes
And ever other nigga that I know is a hoe and I gotta keep my wits bout those
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve O
I'm Steve O
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
I'm too cold
Big chune introduction
Something it's something Yeah
I like it it keeps me on track
Wasted waiting
I'm lost what
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Gotta keep my wits about a chick
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve-o
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve-o
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
Baby take a risk and call me daddy
She pushing back I'm poking up that Fany
But I'll never share location with you sadly
Big nose perfect body I call her maddy yeah
For Her I drop everything except the addy
She said she love me why treat her so badly
Sorry baby no can not tary
Better leave all them feeling by the morning
Yeah
I told baby girl I'll never love her
And she want me to bone her
And the next day to call her
Sorry lil momma if I told you I'll never love you
Whatever happens next is all your karma
And I don't really care about the drama
Say I'm a bad guy still do what I wanna
I be in the crib just rolling splifs
That's how I be avoiding all that toxic shit
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve O
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
I can tell by the look up in your face
That you rather me just take my life away
But not everyday gone be great
Not every birthday girl you gone eat cake
Sometimes I feel like I can't trust a soul
Sometimes I feel like I should let go
I put my soul up on the stove
And the devil gave it back cause I'm way too cold
Jack Frost frío
New Spanish bitch pussy taste like plátanos
Used to bagging bitchs in my what are those
Some niggas got it
Some niggas don't
That's how it is
That's how it goes
I can count on my hands niggas I know that is ten toes
And ever other nigga that I know is a hoe and I gotta keep my wits bout those
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
Too cold
Every time they say I'm a jackass
I be like yeah I'm Steve O
I'm Steve O
And I get paid every two weeks so I cop the half or the O
I love to smoke
I don't really care shorty a treesh
If the hoe stressing me she gotta go
She gotta go
Gotta keep my wits about a bitch
I could never trust a hoe I'm too cold
I'm too cold
Big chune introduction
Writer: Shaquille Douglas
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