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CaptainCrunch presents
Damn, JakeSand

Ayy, you can't even pull my card, I ain?t got one
yeah, we?got?one
N***a, I don't?got a heart but I'll rob?one
Super [?] for a play, yeah, I?ll spot one
Hood on, scam season, b*t*h, I'm activated
Boy, the only time you bussing, when you masturbating
She my b*t*h but not my b*t*h, it's kinda complicated
Seen these n***as wear the same fits like they animated
I ain't pop a Perc but I f**k her like I did
I ain't get the neck but I really wish I did
She all in my ear, talking 'bout she want my kid
These n***as all cap, starting to think they work at Lids
I'm starting to hear a lot about chip readers and scamming
No, I'm not feeling music when I say I?m jamming
Me and bro both sending bullets like the Mannings
I?ma call this BIN "Batista Bomb" 'cause this b*t*h slaming

Mad at the chef, where my lamb chops?
Where my slatts that was Thugger from the sand box?
Shut up, b*t*h, sit and watch that mail box
I was getting head, dozing off watching Boondocks
Mad at my b*t*h ?cause she miss UPS
You ain't see us in the kitchen 'cause we came up off theft
Instead of tryna cause it, you should come relieve my stress
You must hear this a lot but I ain't sh*t like the rest
F**k love, put this hundred round in Cupid
I ball on every b*t*h that ever tried to play me stupid
She would not look my way if I didn?t make music
Everybody got a blicky but nobody wanna use it
No sleep, baby girl, I'm out here grinding with my eyes closed
I could spot a fake n***a with a blindfold
I only put the tip in then her eyes rolled
Yo b*t*h more like lukewarm 'cause mine's is cold
Put my heart out and you left it in
Searching for the [?] 'cause we up fifty
She said, "You got the hoes?", I reply plenty
'Cause you gotta treat a dime like a f**king penny
I asked n***as for some love and they gave me empty
And for you acting-a** n***as, I'm handing out Emmys
I be with Tron getting money, who the f**k is Jimmy?
Looking for hoes with this roll 'cause I could pick any

Mad at the chef, where my lamb chops?
Where my slatts that was Thugger from the sand box?
Shut up, b*t*h, sit and watch that mail box
I was getting head, dozing off watching Boondocks
Looking up at the stars, b*t*h, I'm jumping towards 'em
Pull up and give 'em forty like a clutch performance
Chop with a telescope, send 'em up to orbit
Sunny now, back then it was thunder storming
Told dukes yesterday I seen a talking goat
I was looking in the mirror, I'ma ball for sure
Wave been took off, should've bought a boat
You gon' blow who? Yeah, dawg, you off the blow
Me being broke or you winning, what's stupider?
Feel like Paul Walker in the 'Cat, hitting crucial turns
SB, we the hottest in the universe
Hit the Runtz, now I'm blade dancing up on Jupiter

Up now, opps wish we could trade places
Two sticks in my hand, f**k a PlayStation
I'll turn boy invisible like he Clay Aiken
Let eight n***as try it then that's eight patients
Tried to find love once, found a broke heart
Hoes used to hold me back then, now they want parts
Love you, ma, I know you praying that I go far
Bro'll swing stick down yo block like he Mozart
Got a pair of 1s on me now, feel like Kyrie
Riding 'round with some movie clips like Spike Lee
If you swing and you miss, boy, that's strike three
'Cause I'm pitching bullets at the opps, feel like Mike Lee

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