mace supreme & yn jay – jumanji lyrics
[intro: mace supreme]
e+e+e+energy made this one!
woah, woah
yeah, do the dance in this b+tch, uh
i’m gonna do the dance in this b+tch, uh
[verse 1: mace supreme]
walked in with a magic glove, feel like mike jackson
ballin’ like i’m going to the league, b+tch, i got drafted
pour another four in the cup, might just start spazzin’
ridin’ and i’m going top speed, might just start crashin’
said she want a birkin for a purse, guess she high fashion
i just spent two+hundred on a porsche, i can’t stop cappin’
all these n+ggas beggin’ for a verse, n+gga, stop askin’
pull up on your block with that heat, might just start action
i’m a skinny n+gga, pockets fat like it’s rasputia
all these n+ggas wanna be my clone like a jet trooper
freaky littlе b+tch play with b+lls like a pet cougar
pin her to thе ground down the count, call me lex luger
heard she out there begging for a ride, call the next uber
i just copped some ice from johnny dang, that’s my neck jeweler
movie b+tch hit me with the, “uh”, that’s a set blooper
guess that i’m the man of her dreams, call me fred krueger
ummm, i need a thick b+tch
n+gga said he bought a rollie, n+gga, that’s a fitbit
i just took a n+gga b+tch, sorry if i hit it
now i’m chillin’ at his wifey crib, pay me for a visit
yeah i admit it, i didn’t finish
beat it like i’m michael, yeah, i hit it and i split it
i can’t never keep a b+tch, can’t never stay committed
i just get the baddest b+tch and hit it say i did it
[verse 2: yn jay]
hahaha alright
i just want the baddest b+tch on my team
i be mad as f+ck when i’m ot without no lean
i got a bad ass b+tch, she so bad, she so mean
n+gga you ain’t got no bag, you a user, you a fiend
n+gga said he was gonna what? n+gga yeah in your dreams
young n+gga still living with his granny eating collard bones and greens
you a grown+ass man you need to leave
d+mn i need some zaza, call the plug i need some weed
get some head from yo granny when she done pick up her t++th
n+gga he ain’t got no money cause you ’cause you+, ahhhh
’cause you cheap
you was standing in the corner, i was probably in the streets
i ain’t never lost a game i can’t lose, undefeated
b+tch give me good head clean it up, she so neat
had to hit it out of town at a room we lowkey
i be probably ducked off out the way, you know me
hundred thousand ain’t sh+t it’s like to me you can’t see
i’m boutta buy this bad ass b+tch a book, can you read?
b+tch i tried to ask you nicely to get out, can you leave?
[verse 3: mace supreme]
uh, wait, hold on that’s the coochie man
pull up in a honda wanna f+ck, this my doonie van
recordin’ sh+t and goin’ live b+tch, this my movie plan
choppa spray like, “du du du”, you move like the coochie dance
i just matched a bad ass b+tch, told her, “give it up”
ubered to my house, 3 am, only tryna f+ck
askin can i take her home, need to go find a bus
talking bout she broke as h+ll, look like i give a f+ck?
she goin’ down and open wide, shawty gone eat it up
bend it overtake the pipe, you know that i beat it up
girlfriend comin’ back into the house, gotta speed it up
skeeted on the floor, man, you know she gone clean it up
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