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"Might Cop A Jag"

[Chorus]
I f*cked that b*tch, now that b*tch don't even matter, uh
Pull out that scope, make him sh*t, he need Pampers
f*ck n*gga talkin' that sh*t 'til he see me
I pull up with pistol on me like police
Wrist shine like fireflies, yours roly poly
I cannot f*ck with that b*tch 'cause she hoey
I just wan' f*ck that lil' b*tch for the night
She think I'ma dog her, told that b*tch, "You're right."

[Verse]
Roll up the Fronto, make sure it's rolled tight
Keep the strap on me, but I'm not a dyke
Can't pick just one b*tch, so I make these hoes fight
Easter pink my drink, that sh*t get me right
OG cookies have me high like a kite
If-if-if that boy lurk, lay him down like it's night time
I f*cked that b*tch through her skirt and her nightgown
Then took her purse and finessed all her cash
Then hopped in the El Camino, I did the dash
Blowin' money like casino, I make it fast
b*tch Demi Lovato with a way fatter ass
Ballin' like I hit the lotto, might cop a Jag

[Bridge]
Ooh, might cop a Jag
I'm ballin' like I hit the lotto, might cop a Jag
Ooh, might cop a Jag
Ballin' like I hit the lotto, might cop a Jag

[Interlude]
Damn, son, where'd you find this?

[Chorus]
I f*cked that b*tch, now that b*tch don't even matter, uh
Pull out that scope, make him sh*t, he need Pampers
f*ck n*gga talkin' that sh*t 'til he see me
I pull up with pistol on me like police
Wrist shine like fireflies, yours roly poly
I cannot f*ck with that b*tch 'cause she hoey
I just wan' f*ck that lil' b*tch for the night
She think I'ma dog her, told that b*tch, "You're right."

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