Jackpot

I bet you wanna fuck
But you pressing ya luck
Got you giving it up
You got to hit the Jackpot, aye
I bet you wanna fuck
But you pressing ya luck
Got you giving it up
You got to hit the Jackpot, aye

Pull up like I'm dunking the rim
See the future like the dude that be brother to Pim
Slip and I slide they really tryna dip in and swim
Look in my eyes we here to break the bed like a limb
(On some freak shit)
Get it wetter than where shawty selling seashells
Don't drop my digits they sending nudes to the email
Really tryna bag like you found me up in retail
I'm here now, let me give you a list of the details
Step 1, cuff you up and we can film like it's for views
And maybe just for fun we can add another two
For tres let it drip just like jheri curl juice
Voulez-vous play with the four then move into the room like

I bet you wanna fuck
But you pressing ya luck
Got you giving it up
You got to hit the Jackpot, aye

Now you should probably know lil Troy ain't regular
You fucking with them scrubs better tell em level up
Just like them freestyles got you cumming off jugular
Yeah you better spit up on it like them bars and metaphors (Ha, ha)
Nuh, uh, This can't be coincidental
You know I'm packin' this heat like a fucking arsenal
Can you ride this ride just like you at the carnival
Yeah it's hard to face facts when the head is all up in you (Aye!)
This is where I keep the spare sheets
You could run the plays know I keep a pair of spare cleats
Not with the drama all of that you could spare me
Keep the rack up like you winning at the Espy's, yuh
Body banging like them pots and them pans
I got no sleep because of you but niggas sleep on my name
Cowgirl or doggy style how you picking ya stance
I know these bitches get the picture since they peeping the frame, yuh

I bet you wanna fuck
But you pressing ya luck
Got you giving it up
You got to hit the Jackpot, aye
I bet you wanna fuck
But you pressing ya luck
Got you giving it up
You got to hit the Jackpot, aye

Switch positions I slip the tip in (No ID caller)
On a mission I got you stripping (Like it's for dollars)
I mean it's gripping fat like Peter Griffin (Popping like collars)
Got you dripping but can you make that shit bust like a revolver
Never a problem but I got these bitches falling like jenga
I am not the one not the Cory to your Tapanga
You could mic check only if you dropping bangers
Got several different ways to pin you up when I bang ya, yeah
I could *** all on your mouth or drop the kids off on the couch
Either way you getting doused
What you think of that?
Nasty like Freaknik might just get me seasick
Shimmy on some Greek shit
What you think of that?
You know I'm only fucking for the transaction
Spend that pretty penny if you really want that action
I be on them type of things that you can't imagine
Really tryna hit like them dummies that be crashing, yah

I bet you wanna fuck
But you pressing ya luck
Got you giving it up
You got to hit the Jackpot, aye
I bet you wanna fuck
But you pressing ya luck
Got you giving it up
You got to hit the Jackpot, aye



Credits
Writer(s): Torian Armstrong
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