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letra de jump out the house (remix) - frost

[intro]

(see fro$t, how you likin’ it there)
yah, uh, jump out the house, yah, uh, jump out the house
jump out the house, oh yah, yah, jump out the house
jump out the house, jump out the house, yah, uh

[verse]

these ninjas be hatin’ on me
i don’t even know what you talkin’ about
you p-ssy ass boi you keep hatin’ on me
but we know you a b-tch, you just runnin’ ya mouth
you flexin’ ya money on live and you know you a b-tch
cuz i’m boutta go rob on ya house

fah! fah! fah!

b-tch i’m shootin’ ya dome
and we knock! knock! knock!
b-tch go run like a mouse (aye)
jump out the house and i’m f-ckin’ ya b
the 12 yeah they comin’ we know you gon’ snitch
bi-b-tch if you mad just send me a lil diss
bu-but if i see you this choppa gon’ hit
yo hoe having seizure it look like a glitch
and when i go out always keepin’ that bl!ck
my shots neva miss so call me mr. wick
and i heard ya heard die, hope that boi rest in p-ss

i knocked at yo house then i enter yo house
while you at yo work, b-tch i’m f-ckin’ yo spouse
she suckin’ me up while i’m f-ckin’ that ass
she throwin it back and i’m makin’ it clap
(clap, clap, clap)
b-tch i’m feelin’ like nardo what the f-ck is that?
and yo b-tch gettin’ fatter she look like a rat
they be sayin you’re hot, cuz i’m cookin’ ya ass

hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hey! b-tch lemme switch my flow (yah)

i’m gettin’ the money, i’m gettin’ the dough
i got in the stu and i’m pourin’ up 4
i know you was lyin’, yo nose gettin’ long
you can’t change a b-tch cuz a hoe is a hoe
and you know that i ain’t even trippin’
i ain’t even lyin’ lil b-tch y’all know i ain’t even petty
white tee turning red cuz i’m hittin’ yo body
and i’m cookin’ you up lookin’ like a spaghetti
you be hatin’ on me, think u hard but i catched you in
public you quiet and lookin’ all sweaty
and you know that i’m talkin’ all facts cuz i ain’t being p-ssy
like you little boi do you feel me
boutta sneak at ya crib while i’m bringing my gun
cuz you doin’ me wrong boutta shoot ya fo fun
and i made ur career, little boi you my son
and i’m smokin’ yo gang until errbody gone
if you try to escape from me and from my gang better get on
yo ass cuz we boutta go run
and if you play with the gang little hoe like yo man you ain’t
goin’ nowhere cuz we boutta be done
[outro]

uh, jump out the house uh, jump out the house oh yah
jump out the house ,jump out the house oh yah
jump out the house, jump out the house yah
jump out the house uh b-tch jump out the house aye

- frost

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