ThouxanBanFauni, ATL Smook - JUMP SHOT (BLOOD SWEAT TEARS) lyrics

[ThouxanBanFauni, ATL Smook - JUMP SHOT BLOOD SWEAT TEARS lyrics]

Yeah you got a uber? Pull up over here
You got a uber? Pull up bet
She mad as hell
You got a fucking know though hol' up
L don't even know how I got that shit

Ay, Never gotta said that only disapprove
Disapprove
Niggas don't fuck with you until you
Get them bands & that mula
Never been niggas said that just rejected
My life full of disapproval
Fam ain't love my girl
I ain't love me till I got that mula
All the opps is smart
So I'm like bleach with
That choppa stain remover
Tryna do me dirty trust me buddy
I could be way crueler
Fuck a thot put my trust in the guap
Fuck a thot put my trust in the gun
Stay at rodeo get shot
Shawty look good on some funds
Diamonds are hеre on the gun
They bе the UPS 1's
Swear that I'm on it like cartel
'Coz I got it while fucking them 1's
Treat my opps, like my chop'
Take it for wrestling them back out the trunk
30 on my VVS don't go blind
Tryna stare at the sun
They got a lot to say but not
To my face on the allegation assumptions
I ain't gone for none of that bullshit
Then your man gone for none
She on the back of her bag, for real
Like I ain't know what I have done
I probably pass on the girl of your dreams
You treat her like she number 1
You know that I'm never sober for real
Step on the scale, it weigh a ton
Stick all of my cars ain't gone for none
Catch a body i go on a run
Baby you proud that I slept on the floors
For real we came from the slums
Making America great again D-D-Donald Trump
Fifty shades of that grey, that's that goose
Baby it leave you slumped
MJ, 23 fuck a gun tryna take a shot just jump

Ball in your court, take the game
Winning shot, just jump, just jump, jump
Ball in your court, take the game
Winning shot, just jump, jump, she jump
Ball in your court, take the game
Winning shot, just jump, jump, she jump
Ball in your court, take the game
Winning shot, just jump, jump, she just jump

Can't fuck with that boy with the racks
No we can't come around here
Fauni pulled up in a scat
I'm in that big body Benz and can't steer
Fucking that hoe she like yeah
Lil joint eastside boy she crunk
Doing these things got one
Eating real good we out scatter for chrome
I got stink shoes sitting in the cut
Hands staying up like a monk
I tell a baby she show me something
Might get bust like a pump
No BBL, she straight from Brazil
My little baby came plump
'Rari 458 fell in love with that
Foreign my trunk in the front i'm gone
I got finessed for fucking wiht you
Fuck my heart I'll never hear it
Supercharge, 6 speed
Dust you I ain't even gotta switch gears
Look at my skin tone
Can't trust police and can't
Even call my peers pain, blood
Sweat and tears last time i ever felt fear

Fear fear
Last time I ever felt fear fear
Pain, blood, sweat and tears

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