Miss Jackson Lyrics

Sorry Ms. Jackson, thought this wouldn't happen

Walkin' on eggshells, guess I get it crackin'

She was just too attached, she couldn't unfasten

Nothin' like her last man, made her forget the past, damn

She just took her clothes off, yeah, she bout that action

Pulled out my Johnson, then we made magic

You know I'm a dog, hit it from the back, yeah

Round of applause, girl, that ass clappin'

I just want the bag, yeah, yeah, I'm on a cashprint

I ain't bout the madness, incase if niggas askin'

But you can catch these punchlines, I'ma get to

jabbin'

Fightin' to the end, yeah, a nigga everlastin

Never been and never was, far from a has been Yeah, I love this rappin', proud to be a black man

And I'ma say it loud until I'm down in a casket

I'm shootin' for the stars, no layin' up for the basket

Ride until the wheels fall off and lose traction I don't even do it for the clout or attraction

Doin' what I do, I ain't worried bout reactions

cause I ain't had nothin' till I made shit happen

Sicker than your average, too hot, I need an aspirin Always keep it real for real, no cappin

Pops passed way too early, that was tragic

Moms moved out to the South, I was saddened

Love to North Carolina, though, yeah, a nigga tapped in

Watch out for your phone, yeah, you know them folks tappin

Just touched down for the score like it's Madden Shout out Dre 3K, but sorry Ms. Jackson