The Jacka

The Jacka - Glamorous Lifestyle lyrics

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I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.

But truth to admit you don't ever ask why.

You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy.

You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.

Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.

You wana live life with a rich rockstar.

Everybody know us, everybody know ya'll.

I think I'm a a rush so I probly never call.

Why you tryna front girl you knwo you ain't ready

I be in the hood everyday with my family

We the mafia similar gone get me

I'm a naimal miss my close don't fit me

Hangin on my ave when we pull up in the bentley

Nobody ever laugh girl we always leanin nigga

All I ever wanted was to see what was in yah

I'm the Jack ice cold Mack from The Figgas

Locked in the cali so my cell way killa

All he evaa say The Jacka never heard the nigga realer

Fat Shawn to the moe backside we guerillas

All my niggas doin life do what I can to make it better

I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.

But truth to admit you don't ever ask why.

You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy.

You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.

Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.

You wana live life with a rich rockstar.

Everybody know us, everybody know ya'll.

I think I'm a a rush so I probly never call.

You know you love The Jacka.

I'm right here boutta dipp out in my six fitt gear

Tear tree smoke and them tens on there

Tryna find the Hus nigga all white pair

Buy the gucci Loafers you'll never know where

Go buy ma new shit hop in the chair

Some tell a mutha fucka how it ain't fair

Never seen ma colorr before all my shoes rare

You can hit the mall but you'll never find uhm there no

Boy you know the jump off yeah? yeah

Bought to make it pop off dough tho

This box thing is all I know.Know

I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.

But truth to admit you don't ever ask why.

You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy.

You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.

Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.

You wana live life with a rich rockstar.

Everybody know us, everybody know ya'll.

I think I'm a a rush so I probly never call.

My lifestyle baybee lika a S500.

Gather up yo friends jump in and I'm a gun it.

Then give me 10 minutes and mah glock talk hit yah.

Andre Nickatina in yo camera phone picture.

I watch how the wheels rotate, Great got a 8th .

The color of ma sneaker is the color of my face.

I wear my white beater like a banga .

My rapstyle freak got one up in the chamba.

I know you see me right here everytime you drive by.

But truth to admit you don't ever ask why.

You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy.

You my B-Girl, glamorous lifestyle.

Rocks on the wrist big things nice car.

You wana live life with a rich rockstar.

Everybody know us, everybody know ya'll.

I think I'm a a rush so I probly never call.

You know I got paper cus I'm a D-Boy

Rocks on the wrist big dreams nice cars

You know I paper cus I a D-Boy

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riosricky
Thursday 24th of September 2009 03:22
haha, fix the andre nicktia vers, He says break down an 8th, in the video he does a finger gesture like he's crushing up weed. Its break down an 8th. Great got an 8th doesn't even make sense. Remember riosricky a real andre nickatina fan.