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jabril evans - get humpy lyrics

[intro]
(dj crazy)
(ayo, crazy, stop that)

[chorus]
i heard they count us out but now we really on some sh+t
pull up to the party like, “skrrt,” i think it’s really time to bl!ck
like, let’s turn up in this b+tch
she turn me on, i can’t get off, i think i need a fix
she tryna feed me, sh+t was good, i think she need a tip
[verse 1]
i’m on some sleazy sh+t, pour up the wock’, oh, sh+t, i’m thinkin’ quick
she for the team and sh+t, they be cuffin’ these thots, i don’t really do relationships
like, d+mn, baby, hold on, she want me get naked but i f+ck with my clothes on
breakin’ her back for a couple of minutes, she want me go slow but i ain’t really tryna go long
turn up on n+ggas, thеy see how i flex, like, “what’s that sh+t ’round your neck?”
i don’t comе out but when i pop out, had the nine in my pocket, and i ain’t really tryna plex
how y’all mad that i’m chasin’ a check? they mad ’cause they see me up next
fifties and hundreds, i’m chasin’ a bag, track star in this sh+t, man, i’m chasin’ it fast

[verse 2]
d+ckhead, i got you shakin’ your hips like [?], i’m shakin’ that sh+t on my lip
she see on the ‘gram i’m the man, a hundred k, lil’ b+tch, i’m thick
d+ckhead, i’m in the club gettin’ humpy, i’m in this b+tch with j money

[refrain]
get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy
get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy

[verse 3]
your five, my five, it’s time for tipoff
d+ckhead, i get the bag and criss+cross
i ain’t wanna kiss ’cause the b+tch got lip gloss
i ain’t wanna shoot so i pass like chris paul, yeah
i’m humpy, i’m humpy, i’m humpy, i’m humpy
[chorus]
i heard they count us out but now we really on some sh+t
pull up to the party like, “skrrt,” i think it’s really time to bl!ck
like, let’s turn up in this b+tch
she turn me on, i can’t get off, i think i need a fix
she tryna feed me, sh+t was good, i think she need a tip

[refrain]
get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy
get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy

[verse 4]
hop in the foreign, i’m feelin’ like fivio
i want the head and rhe cooch’, then it’s “adios”
get gone, she wanted dinner, i took her to domino’s (ah)
get gone, she on her way and i’m tellin’ her “vamanos”
bust down the rollie with diamonds, no cuts
we gotta get to the money, what’s up?
sh+t, we on a mission, straight out the gutter, i gotta go get it
we goin’ crazy with crazy, it’s fire
finna carry like a riot
burnin’ the booth and i don’t need a lighter
he gettin’ money, that boy is a liar
what’s in the bag? i’m hoppin’ in jag’s

[refrain]
get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy
get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy
get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy
get humpy, get humpy, get humpy, get humpy

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