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letra de jumpman - slim jesus

[intro]

[verse 1: slim jesus]
jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, my gang up to something
rolling up extendos b-tch we getting blunted
riding with extendos b-tch, we ain’t bluffing
run up on us wrong and then we get to dumping
catch a op lacking then you leaking ho
smoking og gas got me freaking ho
got your girl off a pill now she a tweaking ho
she gon’ top me and go to your house cause there ain’t no sleeping ho
creeping in a four door benz, f-ck a coop
my shooters in the back seat f-ck your crew
slide through the ops blocking, we gon’ shoot
windows down, leave ’em wet, then get up through
do a drill then it’s right back to getting money
started getting money them hoes start acting funny
but i just want that throat, i ain’t even f-cking
and i stay with the gang like it’s always sunny
so if a goofy run up they getting macked down
i don’t play that shit cause i got racks now
f-ck a body guard, i keep a strap now
so if i make it in the club, i ain’t get pat down
they say slim you gotta chill, b-tch i’m tryna make a mil
and if a f-ck boy try to stop me then that f-ck boy gon’ get k!lled
they say slim you gotta chill, b-tch i’m tryna make a mil
and if a f-ck boy try to stop me then that f-ck boy gon’ get k!lled

[verse 2: witeboy]
420 packing yeah my [?]
i know these drugs, i treat ’em all like test subjects
ain’t no one on one [?]
he ducking dodging, gon’ shoot up the family function
all that traffic talk, we caught him [?]
where i’m from man your name gotta be good for something
most these b-tches i be chasing don’t ammount to nothnig
[?] think he david [?]
[?]
ready we gon’ [?]
sell a couple cheap, we could handle what he throwing
come [?] he ain’t even ready for it
we just plugged the plug, shit i guess we pluggin
slim what we gon’ do, they won’t sell up nothing
we just pugged the plug, shit i guess we plugging
slim what we gon’ do, they won’t sell up nothing
ride, ride, ride f-ck we staining something
this a warning shot, let you p-ss-es know we coming
half these n-gg-s round you prolly think you owe ’em something
my clique don’t ask for nothing, they too busy road running
we gon’ ride, ride, ride, b-tch we staining something
this a warning shot, ley you p-ss-es know we coming
half these n-gg-s prolly out here gettin’ fronted
my n-gg-s they don’t ask for nothing, they just road running

[outro: slim jesus]
gang in this b-tch, young and ignorant

- slim jesus

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