Hit The J (feat. Lifestyle) [Produced By Cool & Dre]
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โฑ๏ธ 3:30 duration
๐ ID: 14622586
๐ Lyrics
That Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
Don't want an undefeated title, don't want my chain
Don't want that new kid red, bitch, is money gain
See that red Maserati, niggers know it's gay
Drive that bitch down road screens and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that hoe insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she always pay.
Got a squad full chicks, they ain't dropping names
They all call like the get up play for Notre Dame
What's the next? Gotta dig ins, yea, that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating on the kitten, I'll be picking out
Never take her out to crustaceans and the in and out
Just like that Charlie Shay, nigga goin' in 'er mouth
She do everything 'xcept smoke that mean let a nigger poke
That mean she be off the coke like players centerfolds
Swear to God she a potent man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that dope man
That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
Hit these bitches in my face, I'm blind up
And when I'm stepping in the place, we'll be calling up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up
I tell 'er, homie right that down, and we gon roll it up
It's Friday and she ain't got shit to do
And we ain't got shit to do
So umm, what's good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigger Randall
I know she ain't trying to hit that
Different chains, different lokes
Different days, different strokes.
I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, squeeshes in them life styles
Bitches in the white house, red Camarro piped out.
I'll be iced out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that black hen
That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
Don't want an undefeated title, don't want my chain
Don't want that new kid red, bitch, is money gain
See that red Maserati, niggers know it's gay
Drive that bitch down road screens and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that hoe insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she always pay.
Got a squad full chicks, they ain't dropping names
They all call like the get up play for Notre Dame
What's the next? Gotta dig ins, yea, that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating on the kitten, I'll be picking out
Never take her out to crustaceans and the in and out
Just like that Charlie Shay, nigga goin' in 'er mouth
She do everything 'xcept smoke that mean let a nigger poke
That mean she be off the coke like players centerfolds
Swear to God she a potent man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that dope man
That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
Hit these bitches in my face, I'm blind up
And when I'm stepping in the place, we'll be calling up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up
I tell 'er, homie right that down, and we gon roll it up
It's Friday and she ain't got shit to do
And we ain't got shit to do
So umm, what's good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigger Randall
I know she ain't trying to hit that
Different chains, different lokes
Different days, different strokes.
I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, squeeshes in them life styles
Bitches in the white house, red Camarro piped out.
I'll be iced out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that black hen
That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:24.25] That Marry Jane
[00:25.64] That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
[00:28.39] I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
[00:31.54] And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
[00:35.01] She don't wanna hit the J
[00:37.90] She don't wanna hit the J
[00:41.45] She don't wanna hit the J
[00:44.72] She don't wanna hit the J
[00:47.82] Don't want an undefeated title, don't want my chain
[00:50.74] Don't want that new kid red, bitch, is money gain
[00:53.98] See that red Maserati, niggers know it's gay
[00:57.24] Drive that bitch down road screens and blow the brains
[01:00.48] Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that hoe insane
[01:03.44] Remind me of my chick Regatta, she always pay.
[01:06.84] Got a squad full chicks, they ain't dropping names
[01:10.29] They all call like the get up play for Notre Dame
[01:13.49] What's the next? Gotta dig ins, yea, that's right, that's right
[01:16.35] You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating on the kitten, I'll be picking out
[01:20.04] Never take her out to crustaceans and the in and out
[01:23.31] Just like that Charlie Shay, nigga goin' in 'er mouth
[01:26.53] She do everything 'xcept smoke that mean let a nigger poke
[01:30.36] That mean she be off the coke like players centerfolds
[01:32.95] Swear to God she a potent man
[01:35.75] But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that dope man
[01:39.80] That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
[01:42.16] That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
[01:45.10] I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
[01:48.49] And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
[01:51.76] Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
[01:55.18] She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
[01:58.27] She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
[02:01.22] Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
[02:04.42] Hit these bitches in my face, I'm blind up
[02:07.67] And when I'm stepping in the place, we'll be calling up
[02:10.66] Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up
[02:13.94] I tell 'er, homie right that down, and we gon roll it up
[02:17.47] It's Friday and she ain't got shit to do
[02:21.91] And we ain't got shit to do
[02:23.47] So umm, what's good with you?
[02:25.08] Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
[02:27.36] Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigger Randall
[02:29.65] I know she ain't trying to hit that
[02:31.33] Different chains, different lokes
[02:32.94] Different days, different strokes.
[02:34.30] I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
[02:37.58] You know my lifestyle, squeeshes in them life styles
[02:40.74] Bitches in the white house, red Camarro piped out.
[02:44.19] I'll be iced out, my blunts be packed in
[02:47.33] I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
[02:50.78] I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them accents
[02:54.01] Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that black hen
[02:57.16] That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
[02:59.15] That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
[03:02.06] I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
[03:05.22] And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
[03:08.75] Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
[03:11.83] She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
[03:14.82] She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
[03:17.94] Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
[03:29.30]
[00:25.64] That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
[00:28.39] I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
[00:31.54] And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
[00:35.01] She don't wanna hit the J
[00:37.90] She don't wanna hit the J
[00:41.45] She don't wanna hit the J
[00:44.72] She don't wanna hit the J
[00:47.82] Don't want an undefeated title, don't want my chain
[00:50.74] Don't want that new kid red, bitch, is money gain
[00:53.98] See that red Maserati, niggers know it's gay
[00:57.24] Drive that bitch down road screens and blow the brains
[01:00.48] Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that hoe insane
[01:03.44] Remind me of my chick Regatta, she always pay.
[01:06.84] Got a squad full chicks, they ain't dropping names
[01:10.29] They all call like the get up play for Notre Dame
[01:13.49] What's the next? Gotta dig ins, yea, that's right, that's right
[01:16.35] You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating on the kitten, I'll be picking out
[01:20.04] Never take her out to crustaceans and the in and out
[01:23.31] Just like that Charlie Shay, nigga goin' in 'er mouth
[01:26.53] She do everything 'xcept smoke that mean let a nigger poke
[01:30.36] That mean she be off the coke like players centerfolds
[01:32.95] Swear to God she a potent man
[01:35.75] But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that dope man
[01:39.80] That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
[01:42.16] That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
[01:45.10] I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
[01:48.49] And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
[01:51.76] Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
[01:55.18] She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
[01:58.27] She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
[02:01.22] Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
[02:04.42] Hit these bitches in my face, I'm blind up
[02:07.67] And when I'm stepping in the place, we'll be calling up
[02:10.66] Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up
[02:13.94] I tell 'er, homie right that down, and we gon roll it up
[02:17.47] It's Friday and she ain't got shit to do
[02:21.91] And we ain't got shit to do
[02:23.47] So umm, what's good with you?
[02:25.08] Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
[02:27.36] Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigger Randall
[02:29.65] I know she ain't trying to hit that
[02:31.33] Different chains, different lokes
[02:32.94] Different days, different strokes.
[02:34.30] I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
[02:37.58] You know my lifestyle, squeeshes in them life styles
[02:40.74] Bitches in the white house, red Camarro piped out.
[02:44.19] I'll be iced out, my blunts be packed in
[02:47.33] I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
[02:50.78] I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them accents
[02:54.01] Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that black hen
[02:57.16] That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
[02:59.15] That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
[03:02.06] I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
[03:05.22] And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
[03:08.75] Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
[03:11.83] She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
[03:14.82] She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
[03:17.94] Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
[03:29.30]