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Jack the Chef - NO OTHER WAY Lyrics



Jack the Chef - NO OTHER WAY Lyrics
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I said that I wouldn't do it, I did it again, haha
Told her as soon as she screw up, I'm hitting her friend, sheesh
Since I done left her ass, Now I got money to spend
Besides I been splurging on clothes, still, but my money fold
I been making it bend
Getting too high in the studio lately, I'm hoping that I don't never ever land
Your bitch was sitting and staring
She saw the ice on my wrist and the shit that I'm wearing
She told me race somebody in the Mustang,
I can't wait till I whip the McLaren
She said she'd pull up on me, we could just hang,
I know she 'tryna f*ck it's apparent
I felt like party girls all disgusting,
Bought a condom I ain't even wear it
Im always lit in the studio
This bitch said she 'tryna link after, that's coolio
I just poured up a shot of Don Julio
White girls these days they be sipping on truly 'tho
She play overseas she like Rubio
She rolled her eyes back at me, she a moody hoe
I told that bitch she could sue me 'tho
Whole lotta judgement, feels like the Judge Judy show
The same way I f*ck with a blindfold,
I spit this shit with my eyes closed
Show me some shoes I might buy for it,
'Cuz my money been growing in Tri-Folds
The way that she hit me on No Caller ID,
I thought that she ain't had an iPhone
Told shorty I'd hit it again
But she ain't getting shit in between me and my goals
New glasses and I got my shoes on,
Lately feel like I can't move wrong
All that shit you done told me I proved wrong,
But when you pull up I put the gun away
And now I got money my phones better,
My watch and my shoes and my clothes better
New bitch on my side and her throats better,
And now I can't have it no other way
And now I can't have it no other way
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I said that I wouldn't do it, I did it again, haha
Told her as soon as she screw up, I'm hitting her friend, sheesh
Since I done left her ass, Now I got money to spend
Besides I been splurging on clothes, still, but my money fold
I been making it bend
Getting too high in the studio lately, I'm hoping that I don't never ever land
Your bitch was sitting and staring
She saw the ice on my wrist and the shit that I'm wearing
She told me race somebody in the Mustang,
I can't wait till I whip the McLaren
She said she'd pull up on me, we could just hang,
I know she 'tryna f*ck it's apparent
I felt like party girls all disgusting,
Bought a condom I ain't even wear it
Im always lit in the studio
This bitch said she 'tryna link after, that's coolio
I just poured up a shot of Don Julio
White girls these days they be sipping on truly 'tho
She play overseas she like Rubio
She rolled her eyes back at me, she a moody hoe
I told that bitch she could sue me 'tho
Whole lotta judgement, feels like the Judge Judy show
The same way I f*ck with a blindfold,
I spit this shit with my eyes closed
Show me some shoes I might buy for it,
'Cuz my money been growing in Tri-Folds
The way that she hit me on No Caller ID,
I thought that she ain't had an iPhone
Told shorty I'd hit it again
But she ain't getting shit in between me and my goals
New glasses and I got my shoes on,
Lately feel like I can't move wrong
All that shit you done told me I proved wrong,
But when you pull up I put the gun away
And now I got money my phones better,
My watch and my shoes and my clothes better
New bitch on my side and her throats better,
And now I can't have it no other way
And now I can't have it no other way
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Writer: Jack Bryce
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Performed By: Jack the Chef
Language: English
Length: 1:47
Written by: Jack Bryce
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