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Lirik Lagu JUMP - DaBaby feat NBA Youngboy

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Informasi Lirik Lagu:

KeteranganData
Judul laguJUMP
PenyanyiDaBaby, NBA Youngboy
Songwriter#UpdateSoon
Kategori#PopBarat

Lirik Lagu JUMP by DaBaby feat NBA Youngboy:

Okay let's go nigga
(Rocco did it again)
(Wait a minute who are you?)
(Ayo K.I.D.)

I make it jump like like crack in the '80s
Baby these b*tch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on Lil Top talk to 'em nigga)
And I'll make my b*tch talk to me when we fvckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a b*tch ain't nothin'

She say I look good b*tch I been doin' push ups
Play with Baby and Top nigga good luck
My lil' daughter two but got six figures put up
Knock his head off his neck 'fore he look up
Ten toes in they chest for a check b*tch I stood up (what that mean?)
I stood up on they neck for a check (uh-huh)
Now my head get 'em stressed I'm a vet
I get 300K for a show b*tch I'm blessed

Go to trippin' and buckin' them hoes get down
I spray it I don't go no handles (bah baow)
We be pullin' up back to back play we gon' handle that
I'ma walk in with Three and Montana
Go to buckin' won't wait for to touch him
He start it you know he gon' get his shit canceled (cancel his ass)
Put that stick to your face screamin' out 4KTrey
From the north of Baton Rouge to Atlanta
Talk out his top put them bands on him b*tch (the fvck?)
I be runnin' my city the police don't like it
They know we be steppin' on shit (steppin' on shit)
Put that blick on your brother you feelin' some way
Make him hot tell him dig up the b*tch (dig up the b*tch)
Shoot two hundred bet one how you livin' lil' nigga?
You know I be havin' this shit (me too lil' nigga)
Paranoid every day I be feelin' some way
When you bring up the static and shit

Switch the channel we fixin' that static (let's switch)
Give a nigga a clip he can have it
Get to hittin' so quick they think it's automatic (boom boom let's go)
Nigga gon' try to hide in the house
Get his ass to come out hit his b*tch ass in traffic (like boom)
Made a song in ten minutes went platinum
Know we still with the shits send a hit we get active (yeah)
Mention YB and Baby the game in the padlock (yeah)
My lil' b*tch got that ass with no waist pretty face
A six pack niggas think she got ass shots
I hit her from the back 'til we pass out (uh-huh)
I Kurt Angle that hoe put her leg in the ait ankle lock
Hold that b*tch 'til she tap out (b*tch)
Be one deep on your street with that strap out (one deep)
Fvck a rapper let's see what that rack 'bout
Got a brand new pistol nigga

I make it jump like like crack in the '80s
Baby these b*tch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on Lil Top talk to 'em nigga)
And I'll make my b*tch talk to me when we fvckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a b*tch ain't nothin'

Mic check one-two check one stretch two
When it come to murder you know how we do
When I walk in this b*tch keep your hands to yourself
It go down shoot it up spin again in a coupe (bang bang)
When you come to my house you see everything new
You probably'll find a strap in every room
I went bought me a Rollie on top of this Patek
But b*tch it ain't on I'ma jump out with two
Shorty say she on me yeah
We be on her ass soon as I walk in the room
Nigga don't know me yeah we be on his ass
Stalk him all through the day to the moon
Street nigga I don't never pick and choose
I be totin' on somethin' make all them b*tch niggas move (pussy)
Soon as we run down we gon' dirt him
You know it ain't certain we never be leavin' no clues nigga

Hold on I'm Lil Top nigga believe that
I make it jump like like crack in the '80s
Baby these b*tch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on Lil Top talk to 'em nigga)
And I'll make my b*tch talk to me when we fvckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a b*tch ain't nothin'

I make it jump like I'm Giannis (just honest)
Tryna see how it feel from behind her (let's go)
Know that lil' b*tch ain't shit don't deserve to suck dick
Make that b*tch give me head with a condom (uh-huh)
Wanna gamble and crap out let's get it
We put racks on his motherfvckin' cap like a fitted (no cap)
Baby pull up 2020 hop out like it's nothin'
That lil' nigga stuntin' he shittin' (vroom)
I get high by myself in the skybox (yeah)
I came out the house two F&N's for the day (two)
Why you bring 'em both out? Nigga why not? (Why?)
Let 'em go like a pro let 'em try now (let's try)
I can't go like a hoe I'ma bond out (b*tch)
Send my bro up the score let 'em find out (up)
Pick up my boo from school and we sign out (mwah)
Any hoe that get rude gettin' timeout talk to 'em nigga

I make it jump like like crack in the '80s
Baby these b*tch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on Lil Top talk to 'em nigga)
And I'll make my b*tch talk to me when we fvckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a b*tch ain't nothin' b*tch

Blame it on Baby nigga yeah
Blame it on motherfvckin' Baby nigga blame it on Baby nigga
Blame it on Baby
Yeah
Let's go

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