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bandingo & trill vice - jump! lyrics

[intro]
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, yuh
you finna’ die
baby, huh
baby, what
-fortnite battlebus-
-snapchat notification noise-

[verse 1: bandingo]
jump!, jump!, jump!, jump!
run up on us punk and we makin’ them jump
you might even see us lil n-gga get crump
she suck my d-ck in what city, yeah, huh
she feelin’ all on my junk
i am so wise but no not a monk
i am not one for shenanigans punk
we got the ski mask and you gettin’ slump
really poppin’ out here like a rockstar, popstar
five years from now you might see me in a cop car
when we ride down on the block with the glock
and if i see opp (rain down on ya whole town)
i know some young n-ggas that’s runnin’ some kilos
they keep a whole clip cause they [?]
i got a long d-ck that yo b-tch wanna feel on (yeah)
she feed on i told her [?]
choppa got kick don’t get cho -ss dropped kicked
i put the game on then i k!lled the locksmith
don’t take a long time for me to get mad, popsh-t
me and trill takin off like a rocket
yo grandma let us [?]
hit it from yo back now then all of a sudden she a talker
talk it to my high shcool teacher mrs. walker
if i get the p-ssy one time she a goner

[verse 2: trilly vice]
jump!, jump!, jump!, jump!
he talkin’ sh-t he get hit with the pump
b-tch you a hoe i heard you a chump
we might pull up put cho -ss in the trunk
b-tch you a lame you can’t hang with the gang
my n-ggas insane
we blow outcha brain
i’m smokin on loud
i’m smokin on dank
that b-tch wanna f-ck but her p-ssy stank
she average
all of your b-tches be average
you don’t hang with us that’s why he say he be p-ssin’ it (aye)
see a bad b-tch a and i’m tappin’ it
we gettin’ the cheese i know you don’t the have sh-t
yea you don’t got us
so get up and get it boy stop buyin’ watches
you come at the gang with the strap and i c-ck at you
you know imma popular b-tch i’m not cappin’ (aye)
you work at [?] i’m not cappin’
hop on a beat and then i get to spazzin’
b-tch on my d-ck then her throat and get to gaspin’
rock on her boat tell her i’m the captain
you don’t get b-tches i know you be fappin’
my life a movie but we don’t be actin’
slide on yo block and i’ll [?] like -ss-ssins
glizzy hit you from the back now you nappin’ (aye)
b-tch imma savage you talkin sh-t get my stick now i’m blastin’
we make n-ggas disappear no magic
now ya mamma cryin’ like its a tragic
why you want d-ck i swear you a f-ggot
f-ck off on me lil b-tch you don’t want no static
f-ck on yo hoe and i forgot to p-ss it
i may pull up in a whip with a bad b-tch
that top had me runnin’
talk sh-t then we be bussin’
yo, b-tch, had me f-ckin’
no f-ckin with the cuffin’
you told me you said [?] now you duckin’
i aim with the bluff
got heat like the oven
yo b-tch gave me head
yeah somethin’ like a m-ffin
yea i want the [?] b-tch to get to suckin’
they pull out the heater when i get to blowin’
all my friends is dead
no kino der toten

[hook: trilly vice]
aye
jump! (aye), jump! (huh), jump! (huh), jump! (aye)
choppa hit you make you crump (huh)
if you act out get stomped (aye)
b-tch, i’m wet like a swamp
sh-t on these n-ggas i’m takin’ a dump
he talkin’ sh-t he get hit with the pump
b-tch you a hoe i heard u a chump

[outro]
yuh, yuh
tell her we got n-gga’s in this b-tch

- bandingo trill vice lyrics

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