Malcolm "Chop" Smalls - Jump-Off lyrics

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Malcolm "Chop" Smalls - Jump-Off lyrics

Blood pressure low as my eyelids, ho say hello to the pilot A bunch of youngins in College, cuttin a bump of narcotics I want some bu*t from the projects, bet I get bread out her pockets My n***a 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***as 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***a, that n***a look like the police Shorty, my time is expensive, just to get with me's a rollie Wha, f** it, I'll f** it up, smother ya with a comforter Darkness comin to comfort ya, uh, I suffer from givin no f**s s**s 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.. [Chorus] 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**, 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**, I got P90, not the sh** for abdominals With this style that I patented, I'm seein what Paula Do Turnt yo ho to prostitute, 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** 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**h [Chorus]