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Muhammad Ali Video (MV)




Performed By: Jack Be
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Jacob Shive




Jack Be - Muhammad Ali Lyrics




My Whip Muhammad Ali the way it's hot boxed
Lil bitch on my dick Like she playing hopscotch
All the others on my shit better hop off
Dear god gimme bass shit I'm finna pop off

Gimme bass gimme face gimme space
Gimme drugs gimme love lemme f*ck
Get a bottle get some cups pour it up
Slap a pussy bitch just for lookin' at my chain
That's enough
Ion need the whole story
We ain't chillin' at the crib bitch is horny at the orgy
Wit a whole lotta rubbers chillin' in my inventory
She gonna lemme hit it raw imma tell her negatory
She gonna tell a different story either way I'm in the organs
Like they chimin' church bells god be knowin' I'm important
I been pouring too much potion mix elixir wit my potent
Getting too f*cked up wonder how the f*ck I wrote it
She wanna talk horoscopes
I'm tryna talk to Interscope
I got Money on my mind puttin' Benny in the scope
Prayin all the time would've thought that I'm the pope
If you lookin' at my life it look like god can't tell me no

My Whip Muhammad Ali the way it's hot boxed
Lil bitch on my dick Like she playing hopscotch
All the others on my shit better hop off
Dear god gimme bass shit I'm finna pop off

I'm like the first best of a generation
Need a second tech for proper ventilation
When I air it out need compensation
No summer camp this concentration
No Anne Frank just Benjamin Franklin
Wanna be like me, why they always hating
Hoes telling me shit, I'm at the hotel waiting
Been in so much pussy would've thought it's speed dating
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My Whip Muhammad Ali the way it's hot boxed
Lil bitch on my dick Like she playing hopscotch
All the others on my shit better hop off
Dear god gimme bass shit I'm finna pop off

Gimme bass gimme face gimme space
Gimme drugs gimme love lemme f*ck
Get a bottle get some cups pour it up
Slap a pussy bitch just for lookin' at my chain
That's enough
Ion need the whole story
We ain't chillin' at the crib bitch is horny at the orgy
Wit a whole lotta rubbers chillin' in my inventory
She gonna lemme hit it raw imma tell her negatory
She gonna tell a different story either way I'm in the organs
Like they chimin' church bells god be knowin' I'm important
I been pouring too much potion mix elixir wit my potent
Getting too f*cked up wonder how the f*ck I wrote it
She wanna talk horoscopes
I'm tryna talk to Interscope
I got Money on my mind puttin' Benny in the scope
Prayin all the time would've thought that I'm the pope
If you lookin' at my life it look like god can't tell me no

My Whip Muhammad Ali the way it's hot boxed
Lil bitch on my dick Like she playing hopscotch
All the others on my shit better hop off
Dear god gimme bass shit I'm finna pop off

I'm like the first best of a generation
Need a second tech for proper ventilation
When I air it out need compensation
No summer camp this concentration
No Anne Frank just Benjamin Franklin
Wanna be like me, why they always hating
Hoes telling me shit, I'm at the hotel waiting
Been in so much pussy would've thought it's speed dating
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Writer: Jacob Shive
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