DaBaby - JUMP (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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DaBaby - JUMP (en) Lyrics
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Kiss me, holy fuck, I'm bleeding
I make it jump like, like
crack in the '80s
Baby, these bitch ass
niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight
to my baby
And I'll make my bitch talk to me
when we fuckin' (Talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist,
I bust it (Bling)
Big Glock on my hip, I'm
clutchin' (Let's go)
Get lost on a bitch, ain't nothin'
She say I look good, bitch,
I been doin' pushups
Play with Baby and Top,
nigga, good luck
My lil' daughter two, but
got six figures put up
Knock his head off his neck
'fore he look up
Ten toes in they chest for a check, bitch,
I stood up (What that mean?)
I stood up on they neck
for a check (Uh-huh)
Now my head get 'em stressed,
I'm a vet
I get 300K for a show,
bitch, I'm blessed
Go to trippin' and buckin',
them hoes get down
I spray it, I don't go no
handles (Bah, baow)
We be pullin' up back to back,
play, we gon' handle that
I'ma walk in with Three and Montana
Go to buckin', won't wait
for to touch him
He start it, you know he gon' get his
shit canceled (Cancel his ass)
Put that stick to your face,
screamin' out 4KTrey
From the north of Baton
Rouge to Atlanta
Talk out his top, put them bands
on him, bitch (The fuck?)
I be runnin' my city, the
police don't like it
They know we be steppin' on
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Put that blick on your brother,
you feelin' some way
Make him hot, tell him dig up the
bitch (Dig up the bitch)
Shoot two hundred, bet one, how
you livin', lil' nigga?
You know I be havin' this shit
I fell in love with an emo girl
Paranoid every day, I
be feelin' some way
When you bring up the static and shit
Switch the channel, we fixin'
that static (Let's switch)
Give a nigga a clip, he can have it
Get to hittin' so quick, they
think it's automatic
(Boom, boom, let's go)
Nigga gon' try to hide in the house
Made a song in ten minutes,
went platinum
Know we still with the shits, send
a hit, we get active (Yeah)
Mention YB and Baby, the game
in the padlock (Yeah)
My lil' bitch got that ass with
no waist, pretty face
A six pack, niggas think
she got ass shots
I hit her from the back 'til
we pass out (Uh-huh)
I Kurt Angle that ho, put her
leg in the air, ankle lock
Hold that bitch 'til she
tap out (Bitch)
Be one deep on your street with
that strap out (One deep)
mirror in her bedroom
some black boots
what that rack 'bout
Got a brand new pistol, nigga
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga)
Mic check, one-two, check
one, stretch two
When it come to murder,
you know how we do
When I walk in this bitch, keep
your hands to yourself
It go down, shoot it up, spin again
in a coupe (Bang, bang)
When you come to my house,
you see everything new
I went bought me a Rollie
on top of this Patek
But, bitch, it ain't on,
I'ma jump out with two
Shorty say she on me, yeah
Nigga don't know me, yeah,
we be on his ass
Stalk him all through
the day to the moon
Street nigga, I don't never
pick and choose
I be totin' on somethin' make all
them bitch niggas move (Pussy)
Soon as we run down, we gon' dirt him
Hold on, I'm Lil Top,
nigga, believe that
She puts eyeliner on her dark skin
And when we drive in the car and
I say, "Who is this band?"
clutchin' (Let's go)
I make it jump like I'm
Giannis (Just honest)
Know that lil' bitch ain't shit,
don't deserve to suck dick
We put racks on his motherfuckin'
cap like a fitted (No cap)
Kiss me, holy fuck, I'm bleeding
on your Blink tee
That lil' nigga stuntin',
he shittin' (Vroom)
I get high by myself in
the skybox (Yeah)
Why you bring 'em both out?
Nigga, why not? (Why?)
Let 'em go like a pro, let
'em try now (Let's try)
Send my bro, up the score,
let 'em find out (Up)
Pick up my boo from school
and we sign out (Mwah)
Any ho that get rude gettin' timeout,
talk to 'em, nigga
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Get lost on a bitch, ain't
nothin', bitch
Blame it on motherfuckin' Baby, nigga,
blame it on Baby, nigga
Blame it on Baby
Yeah, let's go
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