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trdee – jumpman lyrics

[intro]
sh+ttyboyz

[verse 1]
sh+ttyboy, young legend, put respect on me (sh+ttyboyz)
probably scammed your mama friend, never sold a ki’ (scam, scam)
i wake up and get to workin’, then i go to sleep (work)
you can’t win without a risk, you gotta take a leap (you know that)
i just touched down in miami, know i got the fire (touched down)
stop actin’ like you like that, you are not that guy
i just stuffed another gram, now i’m extra high (sh+t)
never goin’ out sad, i’d rather die (no cap)

[chorus]
freak b+tch spread her legs like the jumpman
bro’ll f+ck anything walkin’, he the hump man
you wanna be a sh+ttyboy? come get jumped in
i ain’t even gotta bе the coldest, but i’m top 10
i got somewhеre to be, sorry i ain’t tryna chat
be the ones you least expect that’ll stab you in your back (d+mn)
talkin’ ’bout some dog sh+t, you ain’t even got a rack
she think she a bad b+tch just because her ass fat (nope)

[verse 2]
can they f+ck with me? i ain’t think so
pass the stick to bro, he knock it down like a free throw
i swear i ain’t rappin’ fast, you just think slow
what i look like fightin’? that’s what i bought some heat for (no cap)
i don’t care about that b+tch, it ain’t sh+t that i missed
you gon’ fall off, like, boy, you better not drop a diss
i ain’t bandgang, buffs white like a picket fence
n+ggas hate on me, i feel like everybody hates chris
white boy pull up shootin’ and sh+t, he think he jj reddy
she text me like i ain’t even tryna f+ck, i’m never ready
workin’ my way to the top, lil’ n+gga, where you headed?
why you even let him say it? i don’t give a f+ck who said it
you know i be in designer, probably matchin’ to the drawers
he don’t know we passed his b+tch around like a basketball
i would hate us too if i woke up and had to be y’all
man, sometimes you gotta use it when your back against the wall
i can lead them to the water, i can’t make ’em drink it
be gon’ sneak up on him like he abraham linc’
he got popped like his mans for the same reason
you know that’s a scat pack, that is not a demon
you know my b+tches foreign, not american
who really do this sh+t like us? it’s no comparison
somebody tell them lame n+ggas we ain’t scared of them
call bro, his punches hit like tony harrison (punch, punch, punch)
[interlude]
sh+ttyboyz
sh+t, sh+ttyboyz
sh+t, sh+t, sh+ttyboyz
sh+t, sh+t, sh+ttyboyz
sh+t, sh+t, sh+ttyboyz
sh+t, sh+t, sh+ttyboyz
sh+t, sh+t, sh+ttyboyz
sh+t, sh+t, sh+ttyboyz

[chorus]
freak b+tch spread her legs like the jumpman (ayy)
bro’ll f+ck anything walkin’, he the hump man (no cap)
you wanna be a sh+ttyboy? come get jumped in
i ain’t even gotta be the coldest, but i’m top 10
i got somewhere to be, sorry i ain’t tryna chat
be the ones you least expect that’ll stab you in your back (d+mn)
talkin’ ’bout some dog sh+t, you ain’t even got a rack
she think she a bad b+tch just because her ass fat (nope)

[outro]
(313 mafia)

- trdee lyrics

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