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Jack Ü

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    Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
    Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
    Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
    Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
    Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
    Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
    Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
    I should have febreze on me

    I got to l's like pelle, clip ya like la, lake'em
    Isil, I'mma bring home the bacon
    You ain't from kingston, you are ja-faking
    You take her and make up, I mess up her makeup
    She started with an a-cup, put some d's on it
    Yeah, I'm the shit, I should have febreze on me
    Take her back street and I put some p's on it
    Just left the gucci store, all I got is g's on me

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    My slangatory self-explanatory
    Have my man step your mans, man got you mandatory
    Tell her lift it in her ankle for me
    Real niggas in danger, need a fucking container
    When I open it up, I can't fucking contain it
    I've got ten toes on the pavement so why you fucking complaining?
    Watch mad at my bracelet, my bracelet mad at my chain
    Chain mad at my pinky so I can't wear no real rings

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