Jack Cone - Mandem

Bitch
Aye
Yuh
Jack attack
What
Aye
Aye
Her friends, I can’t stand 'em
I might pull up with the mandem
I don’t make hits bitch, I make anthems
She going ghost like a phantom
She always tryna swerve
I don’t think I could tell you why I like her
Poppin' on social networks like Jesse Eisenberg
Bitch I’m too fresh, I’m always fly like a bird, ugh
Yeah
Wrote this at 9 PM
I got bad bitches, yeah I got like nine of them
They lookin' nice so I gotta be kind to them
They get along sort of, I guess they kinda friends
I’m like Dontai ‘cause I’m finna nut, hoe
This rap shit is cutthroat
She like, “Jack can you stick it in my butthole?”
I was like, “Um no, I ain’t ‘bout that shit”
But hop on this dick and bounce like a rabbit
I got me a good girl and got me a ratchet
Eat my whole plate, I got all my rations
I’m 'bout some Louis and Gucci, that’s fashion
I been fire, so you don’t them matches
Wonder how I did it, they always head scratching
They say their raps hard but that shit be flaccid
She call me Ralph because I’m 'bout to wreck it
Give me a Chance and I ain't talking Bennett
I got four girls and I’m 'bout to connect hit
My wrist polar so I’m 'bout to express it, ooh
You know what that’s means, dawg
Jack be goin' giant, no beanstalk
Y’all been sheep, I'm a sheepdog
Got some designer jeans on
I’m like what you mean dawg
I’m like what you mean
I pull up in a Murciélago and I’m like what’s the problem
I’m like girl can you just swallow my seed
I asked if you wanna date me and you said that you hate me
If that’s true then why you following me
Why you following me
Her friends, I can’t stand 'em
I might pull up with the mandem
I don’t make hits bitch, I make anthems
She going ghost like a phantom
She always tryna swerve
I don’t think I could tell you why I like her
Poppin' on social networks like Jesse Eisenberg
Bitch I’m too fresh, I’m always fly like a bird, ugh

Written by:
James Cone

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