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teamjimmy - john lyrics

[intro]
just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy
(ross grunts)

[verse 1: teamjimmy]
nowadays, too many coming for the throne
they taking my style, and then they make another clone
people coming at me when i’m way above the dome
but i guess it can’t hurt, time to run up in their home
put the gun up to their dome, then i k!ll whoever’s present
guess you should’ve kept quiet when i was tryna spread a message
they tell them “get a medic”, he already got hit five times
then they see me rolling out, they get back on the sideline
i lift up her dress on that dresser, and undress her
like yes sir, makes me feel like my other b-tches lesser
but i can be choosy, i’ll choose a model or two
then get myself some green, and go on up like balloons
wake up in the morn, and drink a bottle of brew
now i’m gone to the moon, i’ll be off till like noon
you fuck with me wrong, get sent off to my goons
now who’s keeping a score, cause we won and you lose

[hook]
i’m not a star (ross grunt)
somebody lied i got a chopper in the car (ross grunt)
i got a chopper in the car (ross grunt)
i got a chopper in the car (ross grunt)
all black lamborghini, smokin’ on the sticky
got a couple dollars, now this man think that he jimmy
pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
black card but y’know i’m spendin’ c-notes at the bar, hah

[verse 2: caslon]
roll up in a new pagani
doors up if you b-tches want it
hop out like i do it for a milli
no effort, my whip worth a milli
i put 24’s on a wheelchair
thought i was a one hit wonder, but i’m still here
i feel like the earth quaking and it ain’t my sub
dj gotta pause his shit when i hit the club
catch us loungin in the back with bout 20 b-tches
catch you in the trunk of the bach with bout 20 stitches
wanna bang, nah you fucking with the wrong gang
witness the king in action, i do my own thang

[hook]

[verse 3: teamjimmy]
talk stupid, yeah it’s hopeless, bruh
riding low key, yeah you know what’s up
wearing all black, because i’m toting guns
if i’m not better than, then i’m the closest one
still toting chrome, you should check my chromosomes
and rest in piece khroam, he was my homie though
run up, like “you know we home”, k!ll you to pave the way
then we rob you of your bricks, and then we make a great escape
got a chopper in my car, while i’m choppin’ in my car
i load it in my trunk and then i drop it at the bar
everyday, we hustle hard, we’re just tryna get it
claim you’re fly, we crash your flight, just like it’s 9/11
got the stick on me, so you’d better hide your parents
fuck it, send my goons out, and i tell em “find and k!ll em”
time to raise hell, lean got us high as heaven
if i die today, then you know i die a legend, hah

[verse 4: caslon]
doors up in the air again
let the gullwings whip up a hurricane
i still keep them birds for a menage
got about 16 more in my garage
i don’t need a chopper in my car tho
blades choppin’ while i’m sippin’ on barre hoe
ridin’ dirty, but my paint looking hella clean
sippin wine like im 60 but i’m 17
my b-tch just told me she want her own b-tch
i just told her, “get yo own b-tch”
we got rock bands call us warner bros
come over flashing your b-tches but we don’t want them hoes
paid4bandz, we still stayin on top
competition stay fallin and we don’t stop
i’m not a star, but i’m gonna reach the moon
codeine astronauts, it droppin’ soon

- teamjimmy lyrics

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