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p.o.c x exile - from the jump lyrics

[intro]
cause they owe you money n-gg-, so f-ck that n-gg- (haaa)

[chorus: exile]
been real from the jump (woah)
been real from the jump
been real from the jump (woah)
f-ck around get slumped
f-ck around get slumped (brrrr)
f-ck around get slumped (ah)
f-ck around get slumped (woah)
f-ck around get slumped (what)
running man straight to the bank (with my shooters ay)
running man straight to the bank (with my shooters ay)
running man straight to the bank (with my shooters ay)
running man straight to the bank (with my shooters ay)
running man straight to the bank (with my shooters ay)
running man straight to the bank (with my shooters ay)
running man straight to the bank (with my shooters ay)
running man straight to the bank (with my shooters ay)

[verse 1: exile]
bout to do the dash on you old hoes (get)
try to squad b-tch that’s a no no (grrrra)
pull up hop out its a two door (skirt)
chain looking colder than pluto
(sound effect)
all my n-gg-s like soldiers
n-gg-s never really sober
hit it once and its over
whole plate left over (oh)
bad b-tch and they all strapped (woah)
whatcha want i need all that
been real and that’s straight fact
been real and that’s straight fact (grrrra)
my n-gg- this a wave
haters got no name
true‚ real f-ck fame
cut a check get paid
you drop the ball you a lame
you pay for p-ssy you a lame (lame)
clout chasing you a lame (lame)
them n-gg-s here not the same (woah)
gotta run it up paper chasing (gotta run it up)
you don’t wanna love me why you playing (you dont wanna love me)
they see the numbers up now they chasing (they see the numbers up)
they see the numbers up now they chasing

[verse 2: p.o.c]
s-xy little mama throwing -ss for the team (what)
say i’m all about my money all i ever knew was cream (huh)
yeah she only face-time me when her n-gg- ain’t around (ok)
say she got a cute -ss friend i tell her baby put us down (ha)
(sound effect)
running to the money on the low low (low low)
all white minks like we rolling in that blow blow (blow blow)
ceo sh-t you know how the game go go (go go)
gotcho b-tch naked whippin up my stove (yeah)
with my shooters
bout my crew first
ruger out the window now you in a blue he-rs-
let me see that new check for a new verse
b-tches ride my board she a wave like a cool surf
i whip it a whip it a left
i whip it a whip it a right
they tell me you know what you next
i tell them you know what you right
champagne in my hand call me po don
i ain’t really trying to brag but you know we on (on)

- p o c x exile lyrics

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