Ms. Jackson Lyrics

Who call it, go get the bill B-Noize in this bag, ayy

How do I know you need me

You going ghost, and you just fuck around and leave me

I gave you everything, why would you mislead me

I swear the lifestyle I'm living is not easy Feel like I'm finna go insane

Put your foot in my shoes, you won't complain We them dogs out

Hell naw, we ain't on the chain

Can you get my number?

Hell naw, I can't give a ex change I swapped bitches out, now I learned a

Lesson Cus my ex changed

I speak the truth, hope I won't go like Sebi She gon' fuck on other niggas

She just tryna make me jealous I can't wait till we blow

Because I'm steppin' in Margiela's I know you got a nigga, baby

You ain't gotta tell us I know a real bad bitch about 5'1

And she brown skin, thick as hell Know that she the one

Every time I walk inside the room, she staring hard as fuck

I feel connection with me and you And it's tight just like a glove

I swear I love them mink, lashes' Know you peepin', I got that shit on

When I'm walkin' past you Your smile, brighten up the room

I swear I love your passion I think I got a crush on Ms. Jackson

Know them niggas like to rush, I won't say a word, I tell them, hush

Leave em' flowin' in the dust I dont fuck wit niggas, cus they sus

Big militia, yeah, that's us I don't fuck wit niggas, fuck is trust?

Now they got that shhh comin' through the cut

Ride with a four-fifth, fuck wit Trump Make a nigga run like Forrest Gump

Big NL, body dropper' We gon' spin like helicopters

Treat em' like a pill, pop em' Put em' in a pot, Crocker

Pussy nigga, drop a dot, hawk em' Dealership through a lot

I send them niggas all in your spot I had a heart, they let it rot

My life is full of hell Got that bag, ain't droppin' shells

I'm traumatized from trees Because it fell on Pete, and Auntie Chell

Niggas say its beef, then I'ma let it ring like Taco Bell

Feelin' blue, I'm turnin' pale How do I know you need me

You goin' ghostin', you just fuck around and leave me

I gave you everything, why would you mislead me

I swear this lifestyle I'm livin', it ain't easy

Baby, let me pull up and just smoke a blunt I ain't talkin' tobacco, I'm tryna get up in your guts

Tryna fuck a nigga line up, like it's super cuts

These nigga bitches in real life, and they playing tough

Best believe we gon' make it outta here Diamond in the rough

Why the fuck we ridin' round with limbs? That tree ain't fall on us? niggas, pussy

I'ma call them fems, uh-huh I'm tryna find a way to live, uh-huh

We all die one day, yeah, yeah I had showed love and all them niggas changed, yeah, yeah

I swear this shit'll never be the same, yeah, yeah

Call them marksmen, cause they got hella aim, yeah, yeah

I feel like a Cheif Keef goin' let it, bang bang How do I know you need me

You goin' close, and you just fuck around and leave me

I gave you everything, why would you mislead me

I swear this lifestyle I'm livin', it ain't easy

Like, just call me when you need me

Just call me when you need me Oh, just call me when you need me

Body turned cold, and I think my shit anemic

I got that water on, I swear this shit way better than some Fiji