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lud foe – jumping lyrics

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[intro]
kidwond3r you made this beat? dang
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
out west 290 sh-t, b-tch
you know how i’m rockin’, n-gg-
get your guns up, get your funds up
you on that opp sh-t, get mop-sticked, b-tch
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
f-ck n-gg- dissed me on a song, now he dead (boom-boom-boom)
pu-p-ssy–ss n-gg- shouldn’t have said what he said (gang, gang)
money in the couch, pistol underneath the bed (gang)
you can keep your legs ’cause i’m aimin’ at your head (boom-boom-boom)
he say he want beef, alright, cool, ‘nough said (be cool)
but he ain’t been at the house for a week ’cause he scared (scared)
you pull up with banana clips, peel a n-gg- head
no- no more monkeys jumpin’ on the bed (what?)

[verse 1]
got the candy-apple thang painted lollipop red
treat my d-ck like it’s a sucker, she got lollipop head
fu- f-ck the pigs, can’t share, no cooperation with the feds
take a p-ssy n-gg- on the roof and throw him off the edge
tryna play me like a ho, that’s a no-no
i’m ysn, b-tch, i know you see the logo (gang)
i’m iron giant, make me hit you with the robo (b-r-r-rap)
say you get money, but you ain’t got sh-t to show fo’ (show fo’)
you at the strip club and you ain’t throwin’ no dough
i’m mike tyson, hit the pyrex with an elbow
i need a duffel bag, b-tch, i’m talkin’ real dough
she suck my d-ck with her friend, she a real ho (she a real ho)
when i’m done with that p-ssy, i leave it real sore
my rims big, so i hit the corner real slow
how you a trapper? you can’t even read the scale, though
i’m rappin’, but i still got that sh-t for sale, though (sale, though)

[chorus]
f-ck n-gg- dissed me on a song, now he dead (boom-boom-boom)
pu- p-ssy–ss n-gg- shouldn’t have said what he said (gang, gang)
money in the couch, pistol underneath the bed (gang)
you can keep your legs ’cause i’m aimin’ at your head (boom-boom-boom)
he say he want beef, alright, cool, ‘nough said (be cool)
but he ain’t been at the house for a week ’cause he scared (scared)
you pull up with banana clips, peel a n-gg- head
no- no more monkeys jumpin’ on the bed (what?)

[verse 2]
we ride in the latest whips with extended clips
fo- forty with the rubber grip hangin’ off my hip
ba- bad redbone rollin’ cookies out the zip
and she don’t even drink, i got her tipsy off a sip (what?)
bo- board the private jet ’cause i gotta take a trip (gone)
seven six-twos h-t his car and made it flip
i ain’t gotta spit game, but i’m soundin’ like a pimp
i ain’t even know her name, but i f-cked her off the rip
this drunk–ss n-gg- actin’ like he wanna trip (gang)
he talkin’ out his neck, so i’m aimin’ at his lips (boom-boom-boom-boom)
ba- balmain jeans and these b-tches cost a grip (why?)
i’m fresher than a b-tch, you will drown off the drip (drip)
i fall up in the club, make the valet park the whip (skrt)
i know your sh-t rented, you ain’t even got the slip
b-tch, i’m cool with the bloods and i’m cool with the crips (gang, gang)
i pull up to the strip, get my chips then i dip, b-tch

[chorus]
f-ck n-gg- dissed me on a song, now he dead (boom-boom-boom)
pu- p-ssy–ss n-gg- shouldn’t have said what he said (gang, gang)
money in the couch, pistol underneath the bed (gang)
you can keep your legs ’cause i’m aimin’ at your head (boom-boom-boom)
he say he want beef, alright, cool, ‘nough said (be cool)
but he ain’t been at the house for a week ’cause he scared (scared)
you pull up with banana clips, peel a n-gg- head
no- no more monkeys jumpin’ on the bed (jumpin’ on the bed)

[outro]
bed, bed
be- bed, bed
bed, bed
no- no more monkeys jumpin’ on the bed