Rare Bass Jump Him!! lyrics
Jump Him!!
Rare Bass
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[Intro; Producer Tag]
Supreme, you're a bitch
[Verse 1; Rare Bass]
Jump on a pussy in two seconds
I hope I taught a pussy boy a lesson
All black benz with the smith and westons
Yeah, I came prepared with the motherfucking weapons
Aye, they my toys (they my toys)
Imma play with your girl like she a toy (like she a toy)
For the boys (for the huh)
We playing round, yeah
We stacking points, aye
We in the rolls (we in the rolls)
We in the Royce (we in the royce)
Pick a motherfucker up in the ritz car
Skirting off yeah, we flying to mars
Going so far yeah we gon' reach the stars
Imma show you how it's done fucking in a car, uh
Skirting off, yeah
We flying to mars, yeah
Going so far yeah we gon' reach the stars, aye
On the top (on the top)
Never stop (never stopped)
Shoot a motherfucker in his motherfucking arm (like woah woah woah)
[Verse 2; Mc Hedge]
Like hoe, hoe, hoe
Bitch, come over
Please come check this
Bitches wanna text this
Haku how Imma reck this
Ain’t no golden globes
Anime bitches, yes they rode
Off with the strap on like Lana Rhodes
She got the tonge like she a toad
I fuck the bitch now she gon' glow
Pussy was open like a goal
Bitches wanna go and talk shit
Imma fly off to Mars
Bitches wanna skirt off, shooting for the stars
Ima supe my whip
While we fly off to Mars
Imma fuck that bitch in the fucking ritz car
Bitch yes we getting into it
And all these lil bitches gon' ride
Like adamaconsue
Bitch we suing
You ain’t ask to tap
And we ain’t ask you to rap
And We fluent in hitting your hoe form the back
Yes I’d call that white privlige
That’s a village I’m 'boutta go
Supreme, you're a bitch
[Verse 1; Rare Bass]
Jump on a pussy in two seconds
I hope I taught a pussy boy a lesson
All black benz with the smith and westons
Yeah, I came prepared with the motherfucking weapons
Aye, they my toys (they my toys)
Imma play with your girl like she a toy (like she a toy)
For the boys (for the huh)
We playing round, yeah
We stacking points, aye
We in the rolls (we in the rolls)
We in the Royce (we in the royce)
Pick a motherfucker up in the ritz car
Skirting off yeah, we flying to mars
Going so far yeah we gon' reach the stars
Imma show you how it's done fucking in a car, uh
Skirting off, yeah
We flying to mars, yeah
Going so far yeah we gon' reach the stars, aye
On the top (on the top)
Never stop (never stopped)
Shoot a motherfucker in his motherfucking arm (like woah woah woah)
[Verse 2; Mc Hedge]
Like hoe, hoe, hoe
Bitch, come over
Please come check this
Bitches wanna text this
Haku how Imma reck this
Ain’t no golden globes
Anime bitches, yes they rode
Off with the strap on like Lana Rhodes
She got the tonge like she a toad
I fuck the bitch now she gon' glow
Pussy was open like a goal
Bitches wanna go and talk shit
Imma fly off to Mars
Bitches wanna skirt off, shooting for the stars
Ima supe my whip
While we fly off to Mars
Imma fuck that bitch in the fucking ritz car
Bitch yes we getting into it
And all these lil bitches gon' ride
Like adamaconsue
Bitch we suing
You ain’t ask to tap
And we ain’t ask you to rap
And We fluent in hitting your hoe form the back
Yes I’d call that white privlige
That’s a village I’m 'boutta go
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