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(feat. O'Damia)
Girl hurry up. Girl where is my mag lip gloss? Right here im almost finish. Girl dont do that i want my lips to be shinen to girl. I hope you got it. What time is it? Its time to gizzo.. OK alrite now you remmeber when we get there all that drikin.. Baby one drink .. And in the desinated driver yall just get a lil bit tipsey of the track.. Girl why she worried about that? Lets's go... [Verse 1:] Mirra mirra on da wall who is the fattest of them all? Its you.. Yea you right girl it is me. When its mine (you crazy) Clevage (you crazy) French Nails (yea) Sing na roceyell (uhh) Arragent at a all new high im on a differant vibe everyday a differant ride. I got a differant life and im livin it all i need now is a nigga to live it wit. [Chrous:] Livin it up (whooo) im so Jazzy im in the mood tryna find me ababy daddy Livin it up (whooo) im so Jazzy im in the mood tryna find me ababy daddy [Verse 2:] Flottin on cloud 9... The world is mine im so fine wit sony on my spine im goin out tonight its mt time. Playa palm beach slide throught word that grab a suit and a matchin gata bag. take a jag playas play papper tag makin latest fags and hata gags. Shoppin at the time zon I dont even try it on perfect size six bitch bad to da bone. Damn i look goo d...ooo i fell good. Girl its on tonight find me a baby daddy maybe take him home tonight. Cuz im out tonight (cuz im out tonight) Im out tonight (Im out tonight) [chrous:] Livin it up (whooo) im so Jazzy im in the mood tryna find me ababy daddy Livin it up (whooo) im so Jazzy im in the mood tryna find me ababy daddy [Verse 3:] I walk with a twist and put a swing in my hips so they could tell the shoe Chenelle when i hop out the six. We vibe everyday like this we fell high everyday like this. We ball out we terr da malls ou tlive life to da fullest cuz thats whats its all about mothin cant break my stive notin cant take my shine cuz im Jacki.. When its mine (you crazy) Clevage (crazy) Whne i play the thong come on de la song (damn right) I look good ooo i feel good. [chrous:] Livin it up (whooo) im so Jazzy im in the mood tryna find me ababy daddy Livin it up (whooo) im so Jazzy im in the mood tryna find me ababy daddy Cuz we out tonight we out to night and we gonna do wut we gonna do and we gonnna fly till the might is threw cuz we out tonight we out tonight and we gonna pop ue sum bubblee and find a man that is fellin me. |
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Jacki-O you can't be playing with that pussy now
Jacki Lemme lemme lemme see what you working with I I I know it look real good but I wanna get real close to it Poe Boy I wanna get real close to it come on I get diamonds, big old pearls Brand new cars, cause I got my girl She my best friend, she keeps it real I love my pussy, pussy pay my bills That pussy pussy That pussy pussy That pussy pussy That pussy pussy It's so pretty, she so sweet (So Sweet) She so good, wet indeed [Chorus] Pussy real good, that pussy real good Pussy real good, that pussy real good That pussy off the chain, go on and do yo thang Pussy real good, that pussy real good Ya momma don't like me, she say I'm no good What she don't know is, I got you pussy whooped He need this pussy, he smell this pussy He wanna taste this pussy, you gotta pay for pussy That pussy pussy That pussy pussy That pussy pussy That pussy pussy Police pull me over, they don't write no tickets' All between my legs, tryin to eat me [Chorus] Girl I don't pay for weed, I get in clubs free In V.I.P. and we drinking bubbly It's so fat, to be in G-Strings And it's so swoll, you can see the print in my jeans That pussy pussy That pussy pussy That pussy pussy That pussy pussy Collect calls from jail, he just want some stuff Tryin to get a bond, he wanna beat it up [Chorus] Da the da the da the da the da the daaaaa (x4) American Pussy, Hatian Pussy Cuban Pussy, Bahamian Pussy Puertorican Pussy, Jamaican Pussy Poe Boy Girls we got power, cause we got pussies [Chorus] |
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| 3:55 |
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(feat. Ying Yang Twins)
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Jacki-O) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Ying-Yang) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Po' Boy) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (College Park) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Damn, that bitch is fine (I'm a sexy motherfucker) Damn, that bitch is fine (I'm a sexy motherfucker) Damn, that bitch is fine (I'm just a sexy motherfucker) Damn, that bitch is fine I get it from my mammy, and I know how to handle it Plus I got a motor like a banshee If that's ya man, girl you can forget it I'm standin by the bar, parrot-toed, bowlegged I make him wanna hit the bare guts It ain't his birthday, I'm the reason he got his hair cut Turned on by my stank walk, now he can't talk But I'ma give him what he came for Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (He told me to) Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it (make that booty roll) Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (Make that booty roll) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Jacki-O!) Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine Fine as a mu'fucker, shaped like a Coke bottle Nigga got a lump in his throat so he can't swallow Sh-she walkin' wit it, yeah that why ya ass'll get it Gotta keep it at a distance Cause if you walk my way nigga gon' be persistent Smack that ass, pat, pat Back that ass up to the back, back You got me daydreamin, havin wet dreams Jacki, is there anymore room in them jeans For a freaky motherfucker like me A ATL nigga wit a lot of gold teeth Goddamn you fine wit a big behind I just wanna touch your booty one time Is it soft like it look, I'm curious George Your booty put a smile on all the boys Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (He told me to) Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it (make that booty roll) Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (Make that booty roll) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine (Jacki-O!) Said you like this chunky monkey and you want it Cause I ride it like a pony when I'm on it You just wanna get up on it so you can bone it I'ma have you givin loans of money for homes, yeah Queen of the South, Jacki-O gon' hold it down Boys seen them pictures in Vibe, they wanna blow me down They wanna show me round, they know it's sunshine They see the ghetto booty and they know it's lunchtime Gourmet cuisine got 'em actin silly He ain't even fuck, I only let him suck the titties Now we in Hong Kong, I got the thong on He on the phone, told his hoe that he ain't comin home Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (He told me to) Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it (make that booty roll) Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (Make that booty roll) Ro-ooo-oo-ool, ro-ooo-oo-ool Ro-ooo-oo-ool (make that booty roll) Ro-ooo-oo-ool, ro-ooo-oo-ool Ro-ooo-oo-ool (make that booty roll) I'ma drop my shit and roll wit it Drop my shit and roll wit it Drop my shit and roll wit it Roll wit it, roll wit it |
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| 2:59 |
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Jacki-O the madame of Miami
Ride around all day in a skirt no panties. So mannish, throws so cabanish South Beach gotcha girl skin so tannish. Florida, given u more than her You like it right thurr But the bitch right her(whoop whoop) My ass been fat and I never had a problem with my neck or my back. They cant hang with me, they cant hang with me, they cant hang with me, they cant hang with me(South Beach huh) Naw dogg, im from the other side of the bridge where niggas get killed dogg, for real dogg, boy chill dogg, you better off poppin a pill dogg (Ay Connie). Thats right we on the map First album, first tour and the pre boast rap. It's like every other city we go, Travelin' coast to coast, L.A. I make 'em holla out my name right before i leave, I tell 'em Jacki-O the madame of the industry. My enemies got in suicidal situation They aint even know the nookie bitch that they was facin'. Picture the prophecy with pistols out the paper back. Silence the chatter cause we're poor, we dont even matter. [Chorus:] Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. I'm a poe boy soldier Thought i told ya. You think Im playin' What you think Im on the road for huh. I got shows bro. I got a gold bro. First week drop want 2million of 'em sold bro. all in the know ya. Gettin gold rock Its chess not checkers you heard me. Sugary wall. Scott D.A. get Timmay. Gimme track, shit i'll get this back to you in 3 days. Hit Rick, tell him we need another one. Damn near blew the engine on the other one. These hoes dont like me I know these hoes wanna fight me. But, somehow someway, we keep commin' up with funky ass hits on the road everyday. [Chorus] I cant really explain it, I'm in the industry now, Even my enemies fellin me, They so into me now. Yea B. I come from a different sea I fish scales retails for 'bout two three's. Jacki-O, a gift not a curse Think i'm a itch now Well the rash gets worse. Yea, gottem pacin the floors now They gettin ghost writers to save these whores now. DAAAAMN hoe, in '98 you had fans hoe, what the fuck happened to you. J-j-j-j-j-j-j Jacki-O Because you stoppin my grind Got these sparklin diamonds Top of the line, Plus I got remarkable timin'. They say I walk aroun like I got a S on my chest, It's just the poe boy piece with invisible sex. [Chorus: fade out] |
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| 3:54 |
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| 0:54 |
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| 3:03 |
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| 3:18 |
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| 12. |
| 4:19 |
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(feat. O'Damia)
Yeah everybody wanna know who Jacki-O is (Jacki-O) Well I'm just a girl that's trying to stay a float Trying to make it out of this struggle no scars It's hard real hard baby you just got to do What you got to do, do what you got to do [Jacki-O] My old girl gave me strength and she raised me well She said don't hold in you got to write about this hell Well momma you had a born winner and I ain't crazy I'm a survivor hell I'm a 80's baby The streets raised me A bitch don't get no rougher then that Liberty City? It don't get no tougher then that Don't get it twisted I'm from the hood I'm a fortunate girl I see more money then them bitches in the corporate world Kick in the cloey party in prada, shop at the harbor? I'm a booster bitch, why bother? I love the way my weed blow in the ghetto breeze I'm in Miami where I live it ain't no palm tree's Niggaz be on the block with work they got from the dock We Flintsone kids we surrounded by bricks and rocks And my thugs don't give a fuck about catching a case We bring them stacks back I-95 and they exit on 8 [Hook: (Jacki-O) O'Damia] I'm addicted to this ghetto world (survive in these streets) It's hard on a ghetto girl (making ends meat) What am I gonna do? When this is the life I choose [Jacki-O] This nigga put me down but he started to change He put the chevy up nigga went and cop the range Tucking in his shit then he started talking funny But I say I'm a gutter bitch and I won't change for money I ain't a little girl I'm out here on my own And the decisions I made they turnt me to a woman The booze the bars the jumping into dudes cars Fights with broads the life of a ghetto star I could be lamping on ripplekey? I done seen the stacks But I be in U.S.A getting my weed stacked If that's chanel I'm rocking maybe a topic Of a bitch conversation in the latest street gossip So be it I don't even see it I just breeze through the hood Blow tree's and I'm good The box of shifty I'm linking bout fifty My gutter bitches get me vibe and sing with me [Hook: (Jacki-O) O'Damia] I'm addicted to this ghetto world (survive in these streets) It's hard on a ghetto girl (making ends meat) What am I gonna do? When this is the life I choose [Jacki-O] It's been so bad to fast walking the streets Auction for half the cost we got it for free That's how we eat showing love breaking tips off Making ends meat with that instant credit rips off We love the streets ain't nothing out of reach We play hard and be strong the struggle won't be long As I open up my window to a new day The sun shine but the skies are still gray All the scars I bare I'm glad God is there Aint no complaints it's hard but it's fair I ain't laying down even when it's trouble It ain't nothing I just keep me a hustle I roll through the beams then through the scotts Enjoying my hood and listening to pac I remember not to let it control me I just keep my head up and I won't let it fold me [Hook: (Jacki-O) O'Damia] I'm addicted to this ghetto world (survive in these streets) It's hard on a ghetto girl (making ends meat) What am I gonna do? When this is the life I choose [Repeat till end] |
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| 5:09 |
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| 14. |
| 3:02 |
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(feat. Trick Daddy)
[Jacki-O] Daum this must be the remix, remix, remix, remix Goin to town, Drum major, Jacki-O, T double D [Trick Daddy] I am the champion King ding-a-ling Say my name for the dick I sling Go on head bitch do yo thang and Remember this ho you my bitch You stuck forever I fuck whatever And fuck whoever you better not never Pimp shit and that's all I know Go on and run ya mouth you ol' no good ho [Jacki-O] Nigga I'm from down south I'll suck ya dick [ok] And I'll spit it in ya mouth Nigga's like you be closet freaks Nigga's sell pussy and you beg me to skeet You a freak I'm gone pee on it Get off the chains Tie you up and and spank ya You got a dick like a four year old [awl] I understand why you fuck with dildo's [Trick Daddy] Hoe I'm sick of yo shit Gone run ya mouth Come suck this dick Bitch I know all about cha pash Ya like it ruff and tough And then straite up ya ass Bitch you bad, I can't lie about that Be good to what you do and you do lick ass "?" And tattoo You go both ways O yeah too [Jacki-O] How many nuts I gotta bust in ya face Befor you shut up Type of nigga that like they whole head wet up I drive ya six I "?" that shit Spend all you end and you talk that shit Suck me, fuck me throw me some doe All that shit you talk don't faze a hoe I like me head slow Make it happen Pop a pill cause a bitch make it snappen [Chorse x2: Trick Daddy] Keep doing what you doing bitch Keep doing what you doing slut Keep doing what you doing Keep suckin fuckin and screwin bitch [Trick Daddy] Hoes these day Go threeway Prefer to have sex with a bisexual Trisexual habitual sex affenda Love that dick up in ya Bitch I bet you love to fuck three nigga's Bitch I bet you love that feelin' I Bet you eat dick for dinner Bet cha wash I down with cum Save some for 'morrows So speed it up when you eat it up I like mines sloppy jollpy Bitch I ain't boo ya pretty proppa Bitch I'm a thug we can fuck on the carpet [Jacki-O] If I suck ya dick it a cum fast Cuz I'mma stick my thumb in ya ass See pussy make cash And cash make proda And excada and porsh boxers Off them boxer put on a thong Tripple X nigga tripple yo X nigga Jacki-O like it hard and rough See you playin with this pusy And nigga you gotta fuck me Shit I got pussy like sunshine Proda twa and the head game on lock Climb on the wall Tear off my draws and we can fuck like dogs [Chorse x4: Trick Daddy] Keep doing what your doing bitch Keep doing what your doing slut Keep doing what your doing Keep sucking and fuckin and screwin bitch 2 is always better than 1! |
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