Calikidloon - Miss Jackson

Sorry Ms. Jackson, thought this wouldn't happen
Walkin' on eggshells, guess I get it crackin'
She was just too attached, she couldn't unfasten
Nothin' like her last man, made her forget the past, damn

She just took her clothes off, yeah, she bout that action
Pulled out my Johnson, then we made magic
You know I'm a dog, hit it from the back, yeah
Round of applause, girl, that ass clappin'

I just want the bag, yeah, yeah, I'm on a cashprint
I ain't bout the madness, incase if niggas askin'
But you can catch these punchlines, I'ma get to
jabbin'
Fightin' to the end, yeah, a nigga everlastin

Never been and never was, far from a has been Yeah, I love this rappin', proud to be a black man
And I'ma say it loud until I'm down in a casket
I'm shootin' for the stars, no layin' up for the basket
Ride until the wheels fall off and lose traction I don't even do it for the clout or attraction
Doin' what I do, I ain't worried bout reactions
cause I ain't had nothin' till I made shit happen

Sicker than your average, too hot, I need an aspirin Always keep it real for real, no cappin
Pops passed way too early, that was tragic
Moms moved out to the South, I was saddened

Love to North Carolina, though, yeah, a nigga tapped in
Watch out for your phone, yeah, you know them folks tappin
Just touched down for the score like it's Madden Shout out Dre 3K, but sorry Ms. Jackson

Written by:
DeShun Clay

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