Stevie Stone, Jarren Benton - 1 O'Clock Jump lyrics

[Stevie Stone, Jarren Benton - 1 O'Clock Jump lyrics]

Ok fellas this is it
We got together to play our kind of
Music and so far nobody's let us
Well we're going to play it tonight
Whether they like it or not
We're going to do all
Our good numbers tonight
Every single one of them
We'll start with 1 O'Clock Jump

Ballin'
Talk is cheap, the bodies start to fall in
Rumors rappers are leanin on the wall again
Going all in, watch me put the pause in
What your man got
Dawgs out there banging like Bangkok
Smoke clears we leaving off the main lot
Time's up, when the bass drop

You don’t hear me though
See your little bitter comments on the videos


Your peers and your ears bumping my material
See me, yo I’m the shit just in general, what
They’d shoot me, I’m made you look
Never lying, landmine in my ramble
Crunch time on the grind got the line hooked
Fat dime think I’m lying got them all shook
You ain’t all that
150 shows a year what you call that
Couple bad bitches groping on my ballsack
Fuck a fiend that could
Pussy sipping cognac, haters fall back
1 O’Clock I’m getting the dope spot
The person with the pack raising
The cap to smoke guap
Fiends is steady coming
The money it won’t stop

We got together to play our kind of
Music and so far nobody's let us
Well we're going to play it tonight
Whether they like it or not
We're going to do all
Our good numbers tonight
Every single one of them
We'll start with 1 O'Clock Jump

Ballin'
Talk is cheap, the bodies start to fall in
Rumors rappers are leanin on the wall again
Going all in, watch me put the pause in
What your man got
Dawgs out there banging like Bangkok
Smoke clears we leaving off the main lot
Time's up, when the bass drop

ATLien extraterrestrial
I'm in this bitch like I don't give a fuck
I've got an extra pair of testicles
I fuck your bitch then fall asleep on the
Couch with my draws and the tv on
That afternoon I killed you first
Then cut up the corpse with Stevie Stone
Life in the jungle wasn't shit
That my mama could teach
Should've used a coat hangar to kill
Me when I was a fetus
Go eat a Snickers cause you
Rappers just bitches and beavers
Fucking cupcakes
Faggots with feminine features
I never trust women and reachers
I'm not a human being
I'm a different creature
I love ratchet bitches, belligerent skeezers
After I beat the pussy up
Then we getting some pizza
I'm pimpin' bitches with telekinesis
After your mom give me a
Blumpkin I'm nailing your nieces
Fuck your thoughts, to hell with your thesis
After we take the organs out then
We mail them to Jesus

We got together to play our kind of
Music and so far nobody's let us
Well we're going to play it tonight
Whether they like it or not
We're going to do all
Our good numbers tonight
Every single one of them
We'll start with 1 O'Clock Jump

Ballin'
Talk is cheap, the bodies start to fall in
Rumors rappers are leanin on the wall again
Going all in, watch me put the pause in
What your man got
Dawgs out there banging like Bangkok
Smoke clears we leaving off the main lot
Time's up, when the bass drop

We're going to do all
Our good numbers tonight
Every single one of them
We'll start with 1 O'Clock Jump

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