
All On Me (Remix) JGreen (Ft. Jackboy)
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[Intro: JGreen]
I got my iron on me
Book me for a show, I got my iron on me
Book me for a show, I got my iron on me (Countin' these hundred bands)
They book me for a show, I got my iron on me, woah (Ayy, yo, Nashi)
[Verse 1: Jackboy]
I'm feelin' like it's all on me
But I know your love come with fees
But you won't get a check from me
Rather see the bitch leave
If you ain't gettin' on your knees
I'm a dog, so I bone, then I flee
Street nigga, so I brought my heat
I'll gun one of these niggas down
Pussy nigga, get on the ground
Gotta be a closed casket, how you got found
Nigga got hit, we'll wrap it 'round
Shot after shot, we spinnin' opp blocks
Bag me a nigga, show you how to opp shop
Know you wasn't steppin', knock him out his flip-flops
No time to joke around, I'm not Chris Rock
My nigga on the block sellin' fentanyl
He addicted to trappin', I swear he hooked now
He addicted to trappin', I swear he hooked now
Bought him a pot, guess he a cook now
Cookin' all day like it 'bout to be a cookout
Only way a nigga feel they can make it out
Got an iron on me, won't let them take me out
I'll pop me a nigga 'fore you spank me out
I got my iron on me
Book me for a show, I got my iron on me
Book me for a show, I got my iron on me (Countin' these hundred bands)
They book me for a show, I got my iron on me, woah (Ayy, yo, Nashi)
[Verse 1: Jackboy]
I'm feelin' like it's all on me
But I know your love come with fees
But you won't get a check from me
Rather see the bitch leave
If you ain't gettin' on your knees
I'm a dog, so I bone, then I flee
Street nigga, so I brought my heat
I'll gun one of these niggas down
Pussy nigga, get on the ground
Gotta be a closed casket, how you got found
Nigga got hit, we'll wrap it 'round
Shot after shot, we spinnin' opp blocks
Bag me a nigga, show you how to opp shop
Know you wasn't steppin', knock him out his flip-flops
No time to joke around, I'm not Chris Rock
My nigga on the block sellin' fentanyl
He addicted to trappin', I swear he hooked now
He addicted to trappin', I swear he hooked now
Bought him a pot, guess he a cook now
Cookin' all day like it 'bout to be a cookout
Only way a nigga feel they can make it out
Got an iron on me, won't let them take me out
I'll pop me a nigga 'fore you spank me out
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