T-Rell - Jumpman lyrics

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T-Rell - Jumpman lyrics

Jordan in the 90s Jor-jordan in the 90s Jordan in the 90s Jor-jordan in the 90s [Verse 1: Honey Cocaine] I be on a move fam I was coming home with some bands, every show a youngin' leave with new fans I gotta hustle cause' I got too much to lose fam Old friends who got new plans, but now I know more than I knew then I see them hating n***a, screw them I ain't looking at them hoes I'm looking through them Realest b**hes do it Mama said she always f**ing knew it Dream it then pursue it Wake them n***as up like who this? Watch what you tell these hoes, b**hes can't be trusted is what I tell my bros Smarten up is what i tell my folks, never will i sell my soul, I'm too fly, b**h [Pre-hook: Honey Cocaine] Came through stuntin Keep it 100 I ain't worry ‘bout no n***a Too busy getting money Throw them racks up Watch it all fall Jordan in the 90s n***a I ball [Hook: Honey Cocaine] When I tell you a** jump jump b**h you better you jump jump When I catch you, don't front front When I tell you a** jump jump b**h you better you jump jump When I catch you, don't front front [Verse 2: Honey Cocaine] Call the shots I'm a boss b**h, if you got a problem you can meet me in my office You ain't talking no money, you ain't a topic Couple months grinding, couple months in the tropics b**h, I been bout the profit, all you broke n***as be the softest The real ones never gossip, f** if he say he down, I stay cautious I feel no way for no b**h, no way I'm gon' quit, no way he gon' hit I lay your whole clique, then spray your whole clique I slayed the whole brick n***a Best believe I k** for my b**hes, even got a will for my b**hes Your weak a** never chill with my b**hes, why the f** you still in my business? [Pre-hook] + [Hook:] [Verse 3: Trell] n***a I'm from H G C Feel like Phil when I wore them 3s Word around the hood yeah they all know me Word around town yeah I swerve the rarai Get your money LA king n***a raise the banner When a real n***a coming through you show some manners When a real n***a coming through you change your grammar When a real n***a coming through you raise your camera Roll with a 3 piece ‘bout to do some damage Sharp shooter Reggie Miller n***a I can manage Yeah yeah n***a I can manage But who would have thought my b**h made a million I didn't plan it Yeah yeah Jump jump n***a Tiny nitty, lil punch ain't scared of no n***a Honey sweet sweet c**aine no liquor Relly Rell here to murder every n***a [Pre-hook] + [Hook:] Jordan in the 90s Jor-jordan in the 90s Jordan in the 90s Jor-jordan in the 90s Jor-jor-jor-jor-jordan in the 90s Jor-jor-jor-jor-jordan in the 90s