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letra de jump-off - malcolm smalls

blood pressure low as my eyelids, ho say h-llo to the pilot
a bunch of youngins in college, cuttin a bump of narcotics
i want some b-tt from the projects, bet i get bread out her pockets
my n-gga tell all the coppers, a 2-11’s in progress
i took yo bia, nia bust a nut on her knee-highs
such a pro when she servicing, she belong in a kiosk
how you stunt in fiat? i do more sonnin’ than ti
told you i decked out her walls, you think i’m talkin ikea
i hope you n-ggas get tony’s, you excellent when you phoney
i’m going, close to edge, razor ramon with a stogie
homie, don’t talk to that n-gga, that n-gga look like the police
shorty, my time is expensive, just to get with me’s a rollie
wha, f-ck it, i’ll f-ck it up, smother ya with a comforter
darkness comin to comfort ya, uh, i suffer from givin no f-cks
sucks cause i’m lonely and a, flight risk, you know me to run
always, i cause a scene, when you see it, you know what’s up..

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sometimes i wanna jump uh, sometimes i want a jump off
sometimes i wanna jump uh, sometimes i want a jump off
like i don’t need relationships baby i needa jump off
like i don’t need relationships baby i needa jump off
like i don’t need relationships baby i needa jump off
like i don’t need relationships baby i needa jump off

ughh.. i often drift when i drive..
having all these thoughts ’bout you and i
sh-t, you gon make me fall for you, love actually is comical
alcohol and medicinal, we ain’t get to the hospital
i don’t usually cuff a broad, but tonight i’ll play constable
work it til her toes curlin’ you think that feat is impossible
f-ck, i got p90, not the sh-t for abdominals
with this style that i patented, i’m seein what paula do
turnt yo ho to prost-tute, she belong to the ‘caine
tryna pull up in drops, ‘case i get caught in the rain
this smoke that i’m pullin prolly could spar with lui kang
that’s means that it’s hittin, until you foul out the game
catch you a contact, call that, i’m all that, god-raps, i got that, so fall-back
i like my chicks dark as cognac, silently bobbing, this mallrat
f-ck the edge of the seat, i’m at the peak, if i forward this
then i fly to sahmehrraw, i’m finna meet with foreign b-tch

[chorus]

- malcolm smalls

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