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BLACKJACK
Amine Feat. Cordae
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I just bought a new grill (Yah)
Shining like a new whip (True)
Adam got a new drip (Shit)
I'm a nappy-headed black lil' cool kid (Ah)
Yeah, I stack that, make that, break that, take that
Got a hundred ways
I can flip that, get back
All up in the money just to get back, bitch, back up
No you probably need a Tic Tac, it's that (Hunh)
Bitch you frontin' on me (Yo)
Why you wanna act like this? (Why?)
Rollie on my wrist so she wanna have kids (True)
Cuffs on my wrist so the cops don't trip
I-I'm too fly to fight (Yup)
Can't afford my price (No)
This a white tee (Clean)
Bitch, bite me (Hey)
I'm on a high (I'm on a high)
They on the low (They on the low)
You killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone (Get out my zone)
Said, I'm on a high
(I'm on a high)
They on the low
(You on the low)
You killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone
(Get out my zone, bitch)
I'm the best in the group chat (True)
My niggas won't admit that (No)
31 hoes in my FaceTime
And I'm the one to hoop that (Yee)
Rockin' and rollin' like Jack Black (Yoo)
Schoolin' you niggas like Jack Black (Yah)
How could you not like Jack Black? (How?)
I put that on my mama nigga, no cap (Huh)
Look, I hand it to Yos (Hey)
He hand it to Jon (He do)
Shawty wanna fuck for a picture
Bi-Bitch, this ain't a Groupon (No)
This that CLBN (True)
Go ahead, bump it with mom (Do)
Said she want a spot on my list (Please)
I told her, go pray to your God
(I need to go to church)
Yeah, I dig that, flip that, make that, check back
When I wanna get it back ASAP
It's that young nigga back
No six pack, fuck that
I'm too rich for the chit-chat, young, black
I'm too fly to fight (Yup)
Can't afford my price (Noo)
This a white tee (Clean)
Bitch, bite me (Hey)
I'm on a high
(I'm on a high)
They on the low
(They on the low)
You killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone
(Get out my zone)
Bitch
Said, I'm on a high
(I'm on a high)
I'm on a high
They on the low
(You on the low)
They on the low, oh
You killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Killin' my vibe
Get out my zone
(Get out my zone, bitch)
Hold on
Bitch, get out my zone, goin' insane
I got that drip whether snow or the rain
Face call, good, but they knowing my name
I'm smoking that gas, hit the shoulder, the pain
In a Rover, a Range, ain't no slow in my lane
Head for the top, blood cold in my veins
So a nigga better step back, catch that
Beat you like your stepdad
Cop a new whip, shit, jet black, bet that
Stop the bragging, fly, I can shock Aladdin
Do a 100 while the cops is passing
And the chopper blasting
Nigga fuckin' caught you lacking
Rap niggas be Oscar-actin'
We never worry, them pockets packing
I watch and learn in a proper fashion
Boy, you is weak, you is not a savage
Why do you have to be problematic?
I'm on a high
(I'm on a high)
They on the low
(They on the low)
You killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone
(Get out my zone)
Said, I'm on a high
(I'm on a high)
They on the low
(You on the low)
You killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone
(Get out my zone, bitch)