Slump6s – jabawockeez

Slump6s – jabawockeez Lyrics

Artist: Slump6s
Song: jabawockeez

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Dakota, where are you?
Uh, I’m finna make me a bag, run it up
I’m ballin’ hard, like I play for the Bucks

Chop hit him once, I got blood on my Dunks
I get her mad, now she call me a c#nt
That n#gg# lie, bet this Glock make him hush
He talkin’ down, we pull up in a rush

I get him gone, like I work for the russians
We finna that lil’ boy, like a
Uh, yeah, that n#gg# mad
Uh, yeah, I’m f#ckin’ his b#tch

Uh, yeah, I hop in a jag
Uh, your broke #ss dont got a whip
You don’t got a whip
Hop out the car and I empty the clip

My pockets fat, that sh#t look like a blimp
If that n#gg# cry over hoes, he a simp
Run into that man and give him a limp
Hit him and take off a limb

I’m finna really take off in a jet
Play in this b#tch, you get hit in yo’ neck
Go to thе bank and withdrawal all my checks
He said he bеtter than me, what the heck

I took his hoe, he ain’t gettin’ her back
I put the bag on yo’ head, thats a rack
We know he broke, he can’t pull out a stack
That n#gg# broke and he know it

He say he got money, well go ‘head and show it
Chop in my hands and you know I’ma blow it
Can’t f#ck with that ho, man I swear she annoying
I and I f#ck up the

Thought he was, so we send him to god
He like to cap, man, we know he a fraud
I got two pistols named Bonnie and Clyde [Yeah]
Walk in his spot, yeah, we kick in that b#tch

So much money I think I could lay in that b#tch
She gettin’ wet, like a lake in that b#tch
, feel like PCAJAY in this b#tch
Yeah, she is a ho, ain’t no savin’ that b#tch

Dont say hi, man I dont even wave at that b#tch
Diamonds, it feel like a wave in this b#tch
I’ma bust, I’m feelin’ like in this b#tch
Shoutout Oxy, I beat on my chest like a ape

How many ho’s do I need, about eight
You f#ckin’ up takin’ her on a date
I f#ck that ho back to back like I’m Trae
That n#gg#

Feel like Carti, I’m ridin’ around in a tank
Or the Tonka, while you still in a honda, eatin’ good Benihanas
He talkin’ down, turn that boy to a gutta
Said you want war, you want war? You don’t wanna

Not talkin’, we make
We make his shirt go from white to a tie-dye
That b#tch is starin’, gave that ho the side eye
Hop in the ‘Claren, I’m doin’ a drive-by

That n#gg# wocky, I call him a
Talk in the mic, and I made it my job, ah
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Mus.I.C
Release Year: 2011