Yung Ricky & Lano V. - MR. JACK

Got the bottle of some Jack
Got the models in the back
Yeah I'm feeling like mister
Mr. Jack eyy
Mister mister
Mr. Jack
Whooo
Mister mister
Mr Jack eyy
Mister mister
Mr. Jack
Mister mister
Mr. Jack
Mister mister
Mr. Jack
Mister mister
Mr. Jack
Talking bout Mr. Jack
Yeah
Where my bottle at
Jack Daniel's
What?
Talking bout
Jack Daniel's
Wake up in the morning
Man I feel exhausted
Last night I lost it
Think we had a moshpit
On the red carpet
Not the vmas
Not to be amazed
But I know that shit was craze
Scratch that where my bottle at?
Scrap that if it ain't Jack
Bad bitch where my lap dance
Savage with her ass tatt
Make that shit
Make that shit
Clap clap
Yeah
Make that shit
Make that shit
Clap clap
Eyy
Last night I almost had the baddest bitch
In the city
Matter fact
I had the baddest bitch
In the city
Last night I was faded
Off a bottle of whiskey
Had a model hitting me up in the morning
She say she miss me
Eyyy
And I think her name was Nicki
Nicki!
Jack had me forgetting shit in an instant
Let's go!
Jack her feeling all my ways
Jack had her showing
After and before pictures
Tell me what Jack say
Tell me where Jack at?
Model on my lap
She don't know where her man's at
Tell him who the greatest
Mr. Jack Daniel's
Sipping whiskey
When we celebrating
So everyday
We back at it
Mr. Jack
Mr. Jack
Mr. Jack
Mr. Jack
Eyyy!
Got the bottle of some Jack
Got the models in the back
Yeah I'm feeling like mister
Mr. Jack eyy
Mister mister
Mr. Jack
Whooo
Mister mister
Mr Jack eyy
Mister mister
Mr. Jack
Mister mister
Mr. Jack
Mister mister
Mr. Jack
Mister mister
Mr. Jack
Whooooo!

Written by:
Delano Van Wyk, Ricardo Pestana

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find