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witted - jimbo lyrics

i’m on the block tryn’ hit ’em and go
he talk hot, get hit in his nose
i’m with jimbo, yeah, we smoke dope
(n+gga) yeah we tote a couple poles
b+b+backdoor, n+gga runnin’ out the door
(n+gga) and i’m countin’ h+lla chos
bad b+tch wan’ give me f+ckin’ throat

d+mn, she just want money, i know
copped the north face ‘cuz my heart f+ckin’ cold
(n+gga) all these n+ggas gettin’ old
m+muha meds resonate with my soul (whaa? whaa)
and i got rick, givenchy on my toe
goin’ thru sh+t, bet you ain’t even know
she want me to heat that ass up ‘cuz it’s cold out
i said, “shawty, slide through,” you already know

called+called up my brudda ‘cuz hе got the drank (what)
b+tch, i’m on top, what the f+ck do you think? (whaa)
my b+tch like camron, shе rock the pink mink
b+beam track him down like he cl!cked a bad link (brrt, brrt)
i got ’em all on they toes, ballet
i said+i said, “baby, just come park it,” valet (whaa)
countin’ guap, he f+cked up ’bout a parlay
i woke up today, b+tch hip+hip hooray
got ice like a ice+tray, uh (trulywitted)
obviously this a nice day, just dropped bread on some boots from lil kanye, uh (skrrrt)
bad+bad b+tch f+ck with the feng shui, she bound to eat me up just like da buffet
did the show and i rocked it out upstate
bro popped da blue, gave a f+ck if it was fake, uh
hangin’ out the chevrolet, almost tipped out this b+tch, how much the gun weigh? (gun weigh, pfft)

don’t give a f+ck what a yung n+gga ‘gon say
d+ck in her throat, the sh+t pull out her tonsils (b+tch)
n+gga talk hot, bullets’ll bonk you b+tch (b+tch)
i’m smoove as f+ck, like some fondue
mm, meant to say, “smoove like some fondant,” like the sh+t you put on cakes, ‘cuz i count it, uh (pfft, pfft)
ra+racks taller than a mountain, b+tch, i’m the ghost, young n+gga i founded it (witted)

h+h+h+he’s a dumbass, thought i was finna hop on that trash ass beat?
steppin’ on sh+t like some cleats
wan’ get dropped off? it’s yo’ lucky day, b+tch, no van+cleef
these b+tches in modern+day leech
call the ‘lil b+tch my la flame ‘cuz that ho’ on my leash
in the a, b+tch the state of the peach
we+we in the whip, did a hunnid, just jimbo and me

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