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letra de jump shot - damjonboi

[intro: damjonboi]
i got to
(jose the plug)
woop
big sb, n-gga, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
ayy
hmm

[verse 1: damjonboi]
ten dracs in the sprinter
foreign car driver, monclers in the winter
took a few l’s, and then i turned into a winner
f-ck this b-tch once, then i’ma spin her
in the set cashin’, big spender
woodgrain in the coupe, f-ck around and get a splinter
f-ck around and get k!lled if you ain’t got a jumpshot
i just f-cked on a n-gga b-tch and left a cum spot
i do what the f-ck i want, why the f-ck not?

[verse 2: fettie]
it’s fettie, b-tch, i call the plays when it’s crunch time
took your b-tch for a mil’ and f-cked her at lunchtime
haha, lame-ass n-gga
icin’ everything, heavy chains, i want big-ass rings
should i drop a 550 coupe or just do the range?
n-ggas out here playin’ keep-up, but we don’t live the same
i could’ve bust a presi’ down, but i left it plain
[verse 3: damjonboi]
b-tch, we was turnt before the fame
i was f-ckin’ bad hoes before they knew my name
flew to la, made a ten, and then i got back on the plane
dumped my old b-tch, i left her in the rain
got a lame n-gga mad ’cause his b-tch open
hit his whip with fins and dracs, leave that b-tch smokin’

[verse 4: fettie]
countin’ big pape’, f-ckin’ baddies, i was made for that
went to smokey for a deuce of red and got an eight of that
i need a whole thing of— i got a play for that
n-gga ran off with some lil’ pape’, but he gon’ pay for that
n-gga, get the money, n-ggas really out here chasin’ cats
i just gave a b-tch a band, but i’ma take it back

[verse 5: damjonboi]
hmm, left a check in the louis store
smellin’ like prada, burberry brip for my ho
chop a n-gga crib down, and go and do a show
k!llers on the west too, shoutout to the moe
b-tch, i’m a hustler, a baby mama f-cker
yellow guts in the old-school look like mustard
let them n-ggas get down on your mans, you a sucker
n-gga caught a case, now he singin’ like he usher
[verse 6: fettie]
pints by the case, tell your b-tch come and give me face
she always tryna act like she my b-tch, put her in her place
you always tryna act like you so rich, n-gga, where your safe?
opps be tryna get off, but we don’t give ’em sp-ce

[verse 7: damjonboi]
hmm, catch him out and let them drakies hit
f-ck around and flip a house, rearrange some sh-t
all my young n-ggas turnt, and they be takin’ sh-t
came up off ramen noodles, now we eat steaks and sh-t
been turnt since [?], wocky or the quagen
i thought them boys was layin’ like that, but they was fakin’
you can’t be out here playin’ like that, now he a patient

[verse 8: fettie]
i put the call in, them boys came in and ate him

- damjonboi

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