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slump6s - jabawockeez lyrics
jabawockeez lyrics
[intro: slump6s]
zaysk!llz
dakota, where are you?
(uh, okay)
[verse 1: slump6s]
uh, i’m finna make me a bag, run it up (yeah)
i’m ballin’ hard, like i play for the bucks (yeah)
chop’ hit him once, i got blood on my dunks
i get her mad, now she call me a c_nt (yeah)
that n_gga loud, bet this glock make him hush (yeah)
he talkin’ down, we pull up in a rush (okay, okay)
i get him gone like i work for the russians (ugh)
we finna pop that lil’ boy like a bust (okay)
uh, yeah, that n_gga mad (yeah)
uh, yeah, i’m f_ckin’ his b_tch
uh, yeah, i hop in a jag’
uh, your broke ass don’t got a whip
[verse 2: sgpwes & slump6s]
you don’t got a whip
hop out the car and i empty the clip
my pockets fat, that sh_t look like a blimp (boom_boom_boom)
if that n_gga cry over hoes, he a simp
bullets hit him and give him a limp (yeah, uh_huh)
four_fivе hit him and it take off a limb (ooh)
i’m finna really take off in a jеt (phew)
play in this b_tch, you get hit in yo’ neck
go to the bank and withdraw all all my checks (yeah)
he said he better than me, what the heck
i took his ho, he ain’t gettin’ her back
i put the bag on yo’ head, that’s a rack (ya)
we know he broke, he can’t pull out a stack (ha_ha)
that n_gga broke and he know it
he say he got money, well go ‘head and show it
chop’ in my hands and you know i’ma blow it
can’t f_ck with that ho, man i swear she annoying
i got the [?] and i’m finna deploy it
thought he was dead so we sent him to god
he like to cap, man, we know he a fraud
i got two pistols named bonnie and clyde (yeah)
[verse 3: slump6s]
walk in his spot, yeah, bring a k in that b_tch
so much money i think i could lay in that b_tch
she gettin’ wet, like a lake in that b_tch
[?], feel like pcajay in this b_tch (yeah)
she is a ho, ain’t no savin’ that b_tch
don’t say “hi”, man i don’t even wave at that b_tch
diamonds, it feel like a wave in this b_tch
i’ma bust, i’m feelin’ like dave in this b_tch
shoutout oxy, i beat on my chest like a ape
how many hoes did i need? about eight
you f_ckin’ up takin’ her on a date
i f_ck that ho back to back like i’m trae
that n_gga spinnin’, so these is some drac’s
feel like carti, i’m ridin’ around in a tank or the tonka
while you still in a honda, eatin’ good, benihanas
he talkin’ down, turn that boy to a gunner
said you want war, you want war? you don’t wanna
not talkin’ mooky, we make that boy ta_da
we make his shirt go from white to a tie_dye
that b_tch is starin’, gave that ho the side_eye
hop in the ‘claren, i’m doin’ a drive_by
that n_gga wocky, i call him a jaba
talk in the mic, and i made it my job, ah (yeah)
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