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Jackboy - Make Me Lose It Lyrics
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(Pipe that shit up TnT)
(Mmm, Trill got the juice, nigga)

These niggas keep playin', they bouta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is f*cked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so on your head I will put ten
Glocks extended, opps, they gettin' finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life I'm winnin', so f*ck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if you ain't help make these millions

You can keep your two cents, bitch, you ain't help me make a dime
Can't work no nine to five, in my eyes that's wastin' time
I done got it off the muscle, hands-on with my gun
I done got it out the mud but they still hatin' how I shine
Wake up in the trenches, can't leave the house without my nine
Woke up in the trenches, that boy life still on the line
Gotta keep a gun, don't wanna see his mama cryin'
If it's a shootout I'm not gonna be the one that's dyin'
Shots go off, start firin'
Can't find the opps, they love hidin'
Slip in my scope, I love snipin'
I ain't got time for no fightin'
Ho, I won't go toe to toe, pop you like I'm Tory Lanez
Give no f*cks, I'ma let it bang
With that pole I do my thang
Love to hear my Glock sing
Sharpshooter, don't need no range
All my niggas dome checkers, tryna bust his brain
My shooter don't take pictures, he don't want no fame
Used to run in the streets now I'm runnin' things
Got a brand-new coupe now I'm switchin' lanes
Got a brand-new bitch drive me insane
Just givin' you dick, you don't get a ring

These niggas keep playin', they bouta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is f*cked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so on your head I will put ten
Glocks extended, opps, they gettin' finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life I'm winnin', so f*ck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if you ain't help make these millions

These niggas keep playin', they bouta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is f*cked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so on your head I will put ten
Glocks extended, opps, they gettin' finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life I'm winnin', so f*ck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if you ain't help make these millions
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(Pipe that shit up TnT)
(Mmm, Trill got the juice, nigga)

These niggas keep playin', they bouta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is f*cked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so on your head I will put ten
Glocks extended, opps, they gettin' finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life I'm winnin', so f*ck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if you ain't help make these millions

You can keep your two cents, bitch, you ain't help me make a dime
Can't work no nine to five, in my eyes that's wastin' time
I done got it off the muscle, hands-on with my gun
I done got it out the mud but they still hatin' how I shine
Wake up in the trenches, can't leave the house without my nine
Woke up in the trenches, that boy life still on the line
Gotta keep a gun, don't wanna see his mama cryin'
If it's a shootout I'm not gonna be the one that's dyin'
Shots go off, start firin'
Can't find the opps, they love hidin'
Slip in my scope, I love snipin'
I ain't got time for no fightin'
Ho, I won't go toe to toe, pop you like I'm Tory Lanez
Give no f*cks, I'ma let it bang
With that pole I do my thang
Love to hear my Glock sing
Sharpshooter, don't need no range
All my niggas dome checkers, tryna bust his brain
My shooter don't take pictures, he don't want no fame
Used to run in the streets now I'm runnin' things
Got a brand-new coupe now I'm switchin' lanes
Got a brand-new bitch drive me insane
Just givin' you dick, you don't get a ring

These niggas keep playin', they bouta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is f*cked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so on your head I will put ten
Glocks extended, opps, they gettin' finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life I'm winnin', so f*ck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if you ain't help make these millions

These niggas keep playin', they bouta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is f*cked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so on your head I will put ten
Glocks extended, opps, they gettin' finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life I'm winnin', so f*ck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if you ain't help make these millions
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Writer: Aiden Emerson Crane, Antonio Ramos, Lukas Payne, Pierre Delince, Sterling Reynolds, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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