Testo Jumpman - Valee feat. Zelooperz
Testo della canzone Jumpman (Valee feat. Zelooperz), tratta dall'album VACABULAREE
(Ayo, you too chill)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, had to jump in there
Yeah, flip flops, Jumpmans, yeah (Flip flops, Jumpmans, yeah)
Flip flops like Jumpmans, yeah (Flip flops like Jumpmans, yeah)
And I had to pay the jumpman, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Twenty-sixes, she gotta jump in here (She gotta jump in here)
I'm in flip flops like Jumpmans, yeah
I'm in rap like a jumpman, yeah
Flyin' down your street like a jumpman, yeah (Like a jumpman)
Yeah, uh, and I'm finna miss my rent
Man (Miss my rent, man, yeah, where?)
It's a two-door with two exits (Yeah)
One this way and that way (Way, yeah)
Gettin' to the money, not a rat race (Yeah)
She just wanna swallow, how does that taste? (How does that taste?)
Yellow diamonds on my bitch, is you pissed off? (Yellow)
In the tote, I got plenty pistols (Yeah)
It's a flower for us and it's gone, must've missed y'all
Thank God, at least it wasn't menthol
I mean, I'll wrap a Range Rover mint, y'all
I mean, Hellcat fast like it's lint, y'all
I mean, bad bitch really isn't mean
Y'all (Bad bitch really isn't mean, y'all)
I mean, Off-White really isn't white, but it's blue
I got good credit like a white person do
G-Wiz, G-Wagon, white, was I knew
We did everything we was supposed to do (Was supposed to do), yeah
Right wrist cold, frozen food (Cold, frozen food)
Left out the room 'cause the Rolls wasn't new (Rolls wasn't new)
Leanin' for real, they be Robitussin you (Robitussin you), yeah
I got bad bitch, like, who told you cousin cool?
I don't trust nobody but my third cousin cool (Third cousin cool)
Bitch, on the E-way colorin' in and out the lines
Nigga, run up on me and you will be shot, yeah
Turned the corner spillin' lean, it will leave spot
I might get some diamond teeth, look at the grill he's got
Pull up in somethin' like, "How are you?"
(Pull up in somethin' like, "How are you?")
Rockin' flip flops, bitch, I'm tired of you (Tired of you)
I got white bitch same color Caillou
And I had to jump in there (Jump in there)
Twenty-fours on the whip like Jumpmans, yeah, mm
I'm in flip floppies like some Jumpmans, yeah, mm, yeah
And then I had to jump in there
Twenty-fours on the whip, no Jumpmans, yeah
Twenty-sixes on the whip, she jumpin', yeah
Gucci flip flops like some Jumpmans, yeah
And I need a jumpman
Bitch think she comin' home with me, I concur
Bands under my eyes, yeah, it's hot in here
Feelin' on dice, yeah, my eyesight blurred
If you crossin' my side, yeah, it might just hurt
Bent her back when I bit the curb
Bitch a spark in the eye like a firework
What you smokin' on? Smell like tires burnin'
Bitch came in with clear case, my attorney
Put him in a coffin, brung Ps through on gurneys
Baby Boy, I was starvin' so can't shit deter me
Issey Miyake make pussy sound purdy
Eatin' Benihibachi, beat the case like a jury
If you feelin' too froggy, you better leap, kangaroo
Yeah, he kinda mad, slapped his bitch on caboose
Shittin' on you, you, and you, stomach full of prunes
Bitch give me pussy tonight like a honeymoon
Every time he do a show, he got a room full of bug-a-boos
Smokin' vegetables, shine hard like the sun do
Gun on alert, get to sprayin' like a germ do
Ooh, he like the purge, he'll jump over hurdles
From a city, they be snatchin' glasses like a stomach in a girdle
Ooh, I like it when she wet her mouth like a Squirtle
How he keep on smackin' nigga? He ain't got no permit
Ooh, it's the immaculate, he in her like a dermal
And I had to jump in there (Jump in there)
Twenty-fours on the whip like Jumpmans, yeah, mm
I'm in flip floppies like some Jumpmans, yeah, mm, yeah
And then I had to jump in there
Twenty-fours on the whip, no Jumpmans, yeah
Twenty-sixes on the whip, she jumpin', yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Valee Taylor, Williams Walter, Ayodele Samson Makinde
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